Squashing celandine with 'English Social History'

Squashing celandine with ‘English Social History’

First true walk of Spring

Iron bench; hedges cut: happy view

Rolled up coat for pillow

Iron pushing into my back as I

Look at the sky.

Striding out. Dry stone walls.

Bonfire…

New old connections in my brain.

Distant echoes from cottage walls.

Peace comes over me with the old hamlet’s

Promise of the eternal

Eternal lives working an

Eternal Land.

Exotic threats hard to compute.

12 years to set things right.

But still Spring smells like Spring.

I offer up my Reverie to the Earth.

And to those who walked before.

Coming home, I press the flowers.

Squashing celandine

With ‘English Social History’.