Tears come

Like Autumn in childhood

The foreground smell

Of swelling greens

Coursing through flooding memory

Like a fountain’s first flush, ebullient Wisteria spewing from stone

Cascading abundance against still naked limbs

Suggestive greens propose upright clusters

like a light snow covering

Early green Black poplar

I could it see from the train going elsewhere

The terraces filling for the main event

A mirror on themselves

Tears of joy I long to feel

Just a still, one legged, lebanese Cedar

April rain

Still scrunched green

leaves

Full of summer’s intense green

Distracted by blue sky

and bluer black clouds

in close up

were the leaves ever bare?

was there never any doubt?

Breathless blossom hurries through April

Barren lichened arms inflate

like the inverted down of an arctic coat

with a delicious trace of cyanide on the breeze

A frozen dawn

Scillas came and are gone

Buzzing aeroplanes

warming afternoon photon skin soaked

I pull, seedy green heads hanging,

to halt their epidemic.

Dandy lions are bullying the grass skywards

to the freshly red painted cylinder blades.

Subtle hints, searching scents

Like the nose of a wine

remembering the season of swelling grapes

An incomprehensible immensity

is gathered and rising

Angle poised

and bound in clumps

snowdrops bow in condescension

to up-ruffed Eranthis.

Brief days before

a barrage of balloons

rise, waiting for sunbeams to prise open,

open for the torpid bees

to wallow in the saffron

of unexpected rapture

Like a painted vein traced on a pale face

A black paper case unveils

soft silver cat tails.

Curious and uncertain,

quartered saffron strands of tissue paper petal

unfold from each downy leather purse-

Witch hazel stick insect stems

revealing their position

on a day not made for flowers.

Singular black spots, not dot to dot

punctuate a tree top

An all day roost

standing out in this ice speck drizzle

A sanguine silhouette

against the shallow thin sun