what shall we do nest year?
for Sarah St Vincent Welch
when every month’s of Sundays
and all the moons are blue
a peach blossom wild creek
tangle with ferns
we will live in a typographical error
and go to press that way
chorus of twig and leaf to prove
the birds beginning Spring
I really like this feast of imagery. I love plants and words, so seeing them dance together (weaved together) in your poem is a delight.
we do what we can … ta
Ah – nest year … the thought of it