May

Offers up her bounty of buttercup’s 

Translucent  in the evening sun

champagne froth of cow parsley 

all bursting like a young girl

With the heat and flush of youth.

Full of life and promise 

Hungry for touch and passion 

Old man barley, his green beard yet to turn to gold and  mash to fuel the hearts of men in the winter to come

Larks on the wing, spots in the sky

calling all to them

Orange  sun , caressing the world with  its mothers arms of rays 

I marvel at nature that brings this bounty 

But it’s a slim shadow of before

500  years have gone , decimated by progress

The men that followed the plough 

They were rich beyond dreams , but unknown to them

The repetitive trudge  from dawn to dusk

But they breathed the air , and heard the birds

And witnessed the clouds of butterflies 

 

19/05/2024

 

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