22 July 2014

Feverfew

In the sultry heat of an afternoon
We four heartbeats, climbed 
Up a rutted path to ancient  
Wooded ramparts, deep ditches

Holding our breath, we watched 
A fledgling Nuthatch tour the oak
Whispering ghosts of Deveneberie 
Dappled breeze, cooled our skin

You made me a handstaff of beech
To aid my tentative descent 
I picked a spray of bachelor's buttons
To dress the table in our home