Green spring

Green leaves unfurling
On a gnarled elder tree
Green spring unfurling
Her flag and heraldry

The rain is cold
The wind is strong
And yet the world is turning

With sunlight
And birdsong
And green leaves unfurling


A Perfect Moon

A perfect crescent moon in the frozen western sky
The Goddess smiling over the rugby pitch
A laughing moon, a moon to make you cry
A moon to make you spread your wings and fly

All this moon lacks is a wicked, wicked witch
Dangling a shapely leg among the stars
Or a  wolf running through the woods to find his bitch
And pausing to howl, unearthly, eldritch

A frozen puddle beside a hulking car
Glitters, frost etched like a poem in runes
A jewel that even floodlights cannot mar
And more eloquent than this poem by far

The sound of children laughing, ancient tune
Running up the pitch to score a hard-earned try
A moment like an oasis beside an arid dune
Children laughing, playing beneath a perfect moon