They’ve flown in with screeches;
Riparia Riparia.
Seeking out their homes in sand banks.
Dusk
In th’gloaming,
the sky looks like a fresh bruise,
jackdaws are cut-outs.
Yarrow
Amongst the horse shit,
I pick milfoil for a tinture.
A witch I have become.
Scything
Aa grip ma snath,
The silva blade glints, heel to toe,
Shearing the damp grass.
Sea Coal
Aa retraced their steps
Those heavy skorted wimmin,
Bent like sticks t’pick coal.
Burdock
Sticky hairy sphere,
Clinging to my flowery dress.
New dry land to seed.
Ladybird
The first one of the year.
Red gem on faded grasses,
Round, fat, spotted Buddha.
