The Idleway
In the Bridleway there are fallen trees,
two trunks entwined like histories,
caged in dead, brown brambles,
roped with dried bryony.
After a while, I came to name it Idleway
Cart horses never bridle there today
but oak tree trunks lie there to rot
between the banks, and foxes trot.
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Spring Returns or The Drunkard's Crocus
Like cocktail glasses on a bar
yellow, white and blue
crocuses in order are opening to catch the dew.