Sunday, 10 February 2008

The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon

A day like warm April, with music where
Springs through blasted granite
And over moss make tiny, sunless, singing
Waterfalls, and a hesitant mistle thrush's solo.

Galaxies of lesser celandines.

2 comments:

Plutarch said...

What a joyful rhythm! A poem to treasure is contained in these 30 words. A photo please of the lesser celandines

Lucy said...

Thanks Joe! The celandines will have to wait until I walk there again, they are most plentiful there.