In A Body Far From Here

There’s a fat wood pigeon eating cherry blossom.
I am suitably humbled.
Blood’s been pouring from my skin
While outside summer has arrived in winter.
The two seasons swim.

Rivers burst
And then recede
Leaving little
but clay and moorhens.

Blessed are the waterfowls.

The harvest is good,
Long overdue.
Dusk sits heavy on the air.
Thick with the coming winter
Thick with the hot day gone
Thick with the absence of wind
Thick with battles and rabbit down
Thick with the father
Thick with the mother
Thick with a dead lark.

Blessed are the grafters.

A cloud burst.
They recede
Leaving little but
Friesians rising.

Blessed are the livestock.

Brambles grow blisters.
Toads dream of distant puddles.
Puddles die on the breeze.
Spring never arrives and autumn is a woman who works with her hands.
My skin heals slowly,
But slowly it heals.
A fat wood pigeon eats whatever it can find.
I am suitably humbled.

From two metres away,

This one has a discernibly peculiar snout Roisin McCarthy