The field frowns
As dandelion clowns gather
In their spring troupes and
Daisies graze their way across it
While nettles and doc leaves
Compete to greet a bare foot’s fall,
And feet are aplenty this season.
Dogs drop their dirty litter along
The verges, if accompanied, amongst
The green sheaths if not, and man tramples
Through the brambles whilst he can.
Hawthorn and Elderberry swell
As new green leaves reclaim economic
Analogies for themselves, appealing for
Attention amidst the blossom’s glitter.
Between the banks the river handles
Beautifully, biding its tides, as longshoremen
Thank it for employment in these shallow times,
And shiver when the wind reminds them of it.
The sun settles scores as bets are drawn on its
Endurance to offset debts from the previous years’
Floods, and in the distance, from the council hubs,
Recently aroused, and incalcitrant vans, gear up once more
To carry their payload of mowers to get the better of every little
Blade of grass regardless of whether they’ve seen the warning signs.