Lay for the Day
18th
March
A seasonal song.
Yard
Spring
It starts with a bump; bright, unmistakable tints.
Mint slants through the grit like fuses, balm discloses
A leaf wrinkled like foil, vigorous and spreading.
The scarlet creeper’s points set foot on unmapped brick
And some buds on the branch, thumbs-up and multiple,
Plump for ghost-white blossom. She’s never so human,
Nature, as in her childhood’s gradual, careless time.
John Gibbens, from Collected Poems
The Lay Reader: an archive of the poetic calendar
