Under an unremitting sun,
unhindered by cloudless indigo,
jets growl through, plow white furrows,
idle afterthoughts vanishing.
This breeze, cooling as a car AC,
fridge door left ajar, portal from March,
spilled arctic, unattuned
to mid May's baking rays,
keeps a sweater on.
Look through the green blind,
past tattying bouquets, out-thrust posies,
proud buttonholes of boughs,
where blackbird hops down petal-littered path
by forget-me-nots, blue in their looming,
bees busying with blooms above -
those yet functional, dust and nectar.
A gust drops more - c'est fini -
over docks and seed globes.
The hawthorn's in its prime as apple petals fall,
fills so with dusty sweetness to a sneeze.
Gossamer sun-glinter:
cabbage-white flaps
a chalky way.
Blackbird
intervals
punctuate.
