March – week 4

spring sun …

a black and white beetle runs

across page 99


my life’s fine balance…

watching a magpie

tip its tail


catkin rain

a chaffinch’s tail

trembles with song


watching finches comb

the willow’s rain-washed catkins…

I wish your hurts

were still no more than tangles

in your baby-blond hair


last light

the singing blackbirds

hold onto it


one by one

alighting in the cherry


the dusk and I

gather our thoughts


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