Rag-tag

A wild patch of Siberian iris capture a cloud of cinnabar moth;
The far ends of the visible spectrum dance together in the light breeze.

Behind the twining clematis

Mahonia tiers; hollied leaf rosettes,
ripened recemes of powdered purple.
Pass a mixed flock flow of admirers:
Ungainly young blackbird, still speckled cape;
House sparrow, and swifter blackcap;
Skulking great tits steal a berry.
At half-harvest, in rising sun.

Disturbed while digging

Rich loam's golden thread,

Live wire; writhes. Not slow, nor worm.

Blinks and glides away.

May be soon

Another Mother takes a stand outside the school. Three and a half legs, she’s stupified by sun. Insect distraction flicks an ear, a lazy tail; sends shivers cross her coat. Her lobsided belly writhes to its own rhythms. Her coterie attend, anticipating magic.

May be

Fresh foal.

Still folded too tightly to stand alone,

Like a new Birthday card.

Leans on its envelope.