For my sanity, another poet has bestirred herself and made a contribution to my Proper Poetry Tuesday. Huzzah. (Dr Rosamund Wordsmith is inconvenienced at this time, overtaxed with versifying.)
Thank you to Deborah Harvey for this deep and moving poem:
O Autumn Crocus!
Herald of Autumn!
Thou growest from bulbs.
I bought 'em
In the Garden Centre.
See also #1and #2.
It would be good
if you could
keep 'em coming
my way
Walking the Old Ways : nature, the bardic & druidic arts, holism, Zen, the ecological imagination
from BARDO
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way
Is it a consolation
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Roselle Angwin
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