Second spring.

In the autumn the swing of light is the same as in the spring,

and in the forest dog violets bloom again.

In my garden the Mock Orange puts out a few perfumed flowers and the rain has coaxed another push of sunshine yellow mulleins from the almost ossified Summer stem.

The Earth is turning, light is fading from this season,

but it can feel the same as the light growing in the spring,

If you want it to,

If you try hard enough

But there are swallows massing on the wires

Socially distancing swallows, but swallows none the less,

And all my wishing will not keep them a moment longer

Stretching out their improbable Pterodactyl wings to preen the summer dust away

Before swinging back on the turning world that never stops,

However much we want it to.

11 thoughts on “Second spring.

  1. peterfrankiswrites says:

    Lovely Cathy, I liked the pterodactyl wings of the swallows particularly. If it’s any comfort (and I’m sure it’s not) here the earth is warming, my rhubarb is coming back and all the citrus has gone from the trees, can’t wait for the migratory birds.

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