Cloud Lidded
Robin song flashes, jinking tongue to mind.
The growing season slows, but is not over
Three dandelion yellow-heads today
and three more in optimism ready.:
In dull cloudlight plump, roseate apples shine.Where their leaves have curled up yellowing
blacked by fungus, they linger on twigs, boughs.
A gust sails one or two a gale would clear.The thorn within the hedge is rusting too
and nettles show an ochre in few leaves
between green veins, tattering in beauty;
but that is nothing new -
deceptively
their flowers withered; brown seeds swelled in place -
subtle hold-outs in their transformations.The biggest red apple, prize of the tree
has a neat hole - but flesh-wound, no maggot..Bite into sweetness, and look up to see,
convolvulus has topped the elder now
flaunts out on high a bloodless decadence.........................................
Sonnet: Cloud-Lidded
Today I'm riven more than clean in two -
one thrilled with dandelion yellow-heads
one deep obsessing with the blues of yous -
neither sun nor sorrow within me treads,reviewing histories I lived and am
and these sad stories that my friends tell too,
I sit half out of body, in no shoe -
snail-trails gleam glitter but their ways are sham.Something neither rage nor indignation,
sulking sadness, yet in no denial;
regret not swamping processes of trial;
jugdements in suspended animation.Of course there's no blinding revelation:
yet I taste the terrors of equation.
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