Lurking trout
Dogs mercury afloat.
Where Crichton Castle
Stands the bank.
Old Alder cones
still black;
The trees are still asleep.
Willows weep
I wash my feet.
Moss encrusted veterans
fallen to the hillside
Amongst blackbirds
singing
in old ash trees.
Wild raspberries
Jasper green canes
reaching high
waiting
for summer feathers.
Lime kilns
and quarried
Lonely caves.
Sandstone and limestone
planes alayered.
I walk a mile
Through the haar
Amongst the dark alder carr.
My sandwiches
Becoming colder by the minute.
I rise up the edges
Tottering the line
of ancient beech.
With broken banks
and pocketed anemones.
Two muntjac creeping
on the sideways track,
Watchful of my progress.
Manky boots
Impress their foot.
Bright yellow lichen
on old hawthorn,
Jet black ash buds,
Grey scaly patches,
Lime flower matches.
Frothy blackthorn
Sloe to emerge,
bonnie gill.
Magical yet spiny,
waiting for its gin.
Park primroses
clumping their station,
Demanding their presence
and lithe nature
of spring.
Buzzards soaring above
Crispy new leaves
of hawthorn,
Ready for salads
An’ wild garlic for pesto .
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of spring.
Buzzards soaring above
Crispy new leaves
of hawthorn,
Ready for salads
An’ wild garlic for pesto .
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