The crisp air splashes like a cold face wash in the morning
While a bronze pheasant picks through dewy mounds of meadow
and Harry the brazen cat mews incessantly at me.
Rusted brown grasses spray fountains of tired gold
among isolated lemon yellow, purple and pink.
Bird song sails, bobbing above a quarry rumble
A goldfinch plucks fluff from a faltering thistle
and others feast among hawthorn berries and a bank of blackberries
3 nuthatches, tits, a tiny gold crest
and a dull olive green bird with a butterfly flash of yellow banded wings
maybe a siskin.
The garden is empty
While the wild bustles beyond the wall
Preparing for the oncoming cold
A damp morning
with fading purples and grasses wavering
Two Aster flowers open their tiny white fingers, pointing
a blackberry explosion is bursting over the wall top
out of reach.
Campsis orange gulps up for the sky.
and rich white Romneya hold high in the tired border
Among golden Knifofia brushes befitting only Trump’s toilet
The old trees hang apples red and dusky, crowded in clusters
And lank butterflies jagged about in search of seconds or thirds,
well past their best before blooms,
but still good
Old works breakdown
Poppy heads become skeletal sculptures
scoured of their skin by chitinous ribbons
New forms assemble
Briefly preserved in niches of absent stone
Dry yellows bake and patterns fall apart
Stems without support
A community of spaces among the ageing and senesced.
Apples swell and colour yellow and red
A window of summer
welcomes Romneya yokes floating on paper white parasols.
Lobelia laxiflora crackle beside the simmering path
bordered by strong blue Agapanthus
And Fennel heads tier yellow
high speckled clusters hovering with hoverflies
Alchemilla collapsing in clumps
Strong Blue agapanthus unpeeling their paper cases
Burgundy daylilies and Polygonum anchor light white Epilobium
And apples swell.
Washed out ghosts of valerian break the skyline haze of Molinias,
linear grasses leaning off vertical.
‘Lucifer’ punches through the fading Phlomis
Crambe and Geraniums climb the dazzled jungle
Four buzzards stack and swirl
beneath high sparse clouds
Orange and yellow
poppy and Phlomis, bleaching
Only strong psilostemon holding magenta
Goose grass, cow parsley, hogweed
Chase away the bears.
The verges are rising,
burning with ruderal Urtica
The borders are massing purple and white
Calm enough for bee business
They buzz sweet rocket, Centranthus, Euphorbia
While hawthorn foams at the shores of the ocean
of dandelion ghosts and buttercup constellations
Red campion and bluebells
Nodding with the weight of spring spent
Cow parsley and freshly cut meadows
Bright and beautiful after cold rain yesterday
The sun flattens the greens
and washes out birdsong
A red kite clambers up through a thermal
to hang ‘M’ shaped and daubed with white
Proximal, sound from every tree
Blackbird looped trill and titter
Chippling chip and corkscrew chatter haha
Trill introduced comic tonal whistle
Beak acrobatics too fast for my brain
The colours are coming.
Allium hordes scuffling with tufted purple crew cuts
And Nectaroscordum unsheathing upturned chocolate crowns
Blues, white and piercing paeony pink
leaking pools of intense lemon Euphorbia
Shuttlecock ferns stretch furry coils like feathered ladders
Reaching for mossy trunks
The trees are leaved now
Though some still half naked
The apples in underwear, pink and white
Slowly dressing in light tender greens
On the secret side, in the old fishponds
A submarine pheasant nods through the deepening grass
Frothing with buttercups and cow parsley
And brave roses peep against the warm walls
Calm and Sunny
Great tit see saw
Jackdaw caw caw
Mossy apples like mediterranean olives
Their sunlit trunks become the stone walls beyond
A tufted beige bee sample buzzes
the Pulmonaria, fading in the sun
and two lovebirds Columba palumbus canoodle in the corner bamboo.