green in all its shades
the burgeoning of blue:
grape hyacinth, cornflowers, forget-me-nots
blue, grey, white, black, swirling
chiaroscuro, echoing Turner's kippered skies
a green heart,, so full of love for the simple
decencies of human nature
when amongst hills, weeds, nests, trees.
birds singing as if an end had come
to the fickle ordinariness of love
the fullness of summer marks an ending
to the limited number of high seasons
we were born to enjoy.