Spring Woodwalk

The shed 

is a fallen drunk

unable to right himself

staring at the sky

The high-seat

an old woman 

on thin legs 

caught by the sun

Birds everywhere

on their way to 

or back from

wherever it is birds go

Among the wreckage

dog violet

stitchwort

cowslip

Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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