June 2021
A pair of magpies woke me at four,
Scuffling like street-drunks
On the slates above,
Dislodging something so solid
It sounded
Like stone dropping on stone.
Then, outside with tea,
In June 2021
Not quite post - Covid,
Distant cars
Run the morning roads
Flashing in the distance noiselessly
Until the hills came green again in sun.
They will develop electric cars
But there`ll be a roar from tyres
To break my peace, and after that again,
I suppose a shush along the roads of air
From hovercraft suspension.
Next year I`ll scatter
The magpies` nest
And in that new world
Wait for the worms
Under the lawn,
As after melt water
In a new calligraphy
Twigs against the sky
Will catch human voices resonate
In a valley greening up
After the ice has gone.