gracious sun and first butterflies
yellow and brown
water as bright as silver foil
nettles bite with fresh venom of spring and heat
and one's life rejoices
just for the day
it is quiet
insects, sleeping birds, a few insects hitting the sides of the barn
a himmer of things miraging up
colours bleach in the light
and I choose shadow
glance up
a magpie's white wing tips slide sideways
into the small leaved as yet ungreen trees
like a flicker
it is so hot
