Tangles in the garden,
roses soaring to the trees
babel colours held in spiders' webs
queues of caterpillars in the ragwort's yellow
next years moths and butterflies
warn away the donkey on the sandy shore.
crab trees heavy in their fruit
holy berries green,robin red breast
hiding in the glossy leaves.
A July noon heavy in the sun,
twice my height the rose trees
drop their petals;hips begin to swell,
fruit for autumn mists and fruitfulness
here we wait,sense the fading greens
pluck an infant bloom in its sepal cradle
try to stay the flight of time.