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(from little observations at Mere Sands Wood nature reserve, Lancashire, on Suanday afternoon in April 2012)
The sun shines bright on metallic oxide backs
In lowly depths and enclaves of their grass,
Like lazy trundlers clambering reckless tracks,
The copper-coloured rainbow-beetles pass.
From canopies, aloft adjacent glades,
Come signatures of thin and bell-like tunes:
A criss-cross note and trill repeats the phrase
As each conspires with spring’s melodious mood.
Stalwart girths reach out their lateral boughs
And rhythmic fractals weave tangentially,
Cloisonning seas of sky and sailing clouds
Confusing all in finest ‘plexity!
I journey on their course of filigree-fans,
A myriad veins of tiny tracery,
Along each bough and branch as each expands
Diffused in clouds of lace and fancy-free;
Where lenticels of silver touch the skies
And ‘lizarin veins expire in sappy mists
Precarious perch the pica-pica spies
Whilst all-the-while high breeze prevailing is;
On silver poles like flag-pies at their masts
These wreckers watch for hapless birds that pass.
Epilogue
Now let our sights be guided by a silent feather-fall from abandoned flight
And wend our downward wondering gaze on its drifting rhythm;
And at a stage, rest, where petallic light is given in the softest bosom of the
cherry blossom:
Fall, fallow, feather, fathom and sorrow to where we lodge,
Whilst the lowly to lofty spectrum of the spring, here and tomorrow,
Gives tainted sweet repast in all its offering.