Fox waits

Shoots stems stamens

Stalks and sap striving.

Roots and rhyzomes

Deep in the damp dark

Digging and delving.

Leaf furls worm curls

wave rolls on the windswept beach

Hail batters rain patters

And the raw smell of animal hair.

The bird in the egg struggles

Magpie snatches.

Hawk hovers

Voles mice shrews scatter.

And cradled in the warm earth

Fox curls around her young

Waiting for the wheel to turn.

©Rylee Isitt
©Rylee Isitt

Spring Earth

Dark earth twitches with tiny life,

Pale and grotesque,

Blindly industrious,

And sharp crocus spears thrust to the light

Through last year’s rotting leaves.

No human values apply in the real world.

The slug, the crook-legged insects,

The sharp smell of rottenness,

All have their place with the new, unfurled leaf,

The graceful curve of a rose petal

And heady garden scents.

The rose dies, a brown sludge

And brambles bar the way as well as any wire.

Songbirds die exhausted after winter fast

And plumage dulls beneath the creeping lice.

Beauty and ugliness

Two words with meaning only in the world of man

Who makes and breaks and judges what shall be and what shall die.

Give me the morning, sharp and cloud-smudged

With the tang of rain in the wind

And I will raise my face to the sky.

The man-made paradise

With shark-free lagoons of heavenly blue,

Concrete pools, ice-chinking drinks

And misery behind the barrier of palms

Is uglier far than this dark earth

Creeping and busy, full of dead and dying

And life.

© Axel Kristinsson First Flowers of Spring
© Axel Kristinsson First Flowers of Spring