begin afresh, afresh, afresh
How easy nature makes art look! Last week
driving past bracken, scratched and black,
broomstick bundles matched the tarmac,
dirt-wet and grey, devoured under wheel.
Today a haze of green hangs on hedges,
pervading all peripheries of sight
with faintest shade and sheerest hint of leaf
that tints the view and tilts the temper
upwards from the road, into the air
Take your pencils; adorn
that faded sketch you’ve worn all winter.
Larkin was right, something is being said.