KILLRUDDERY

KILLRUDDERY

Beneath the elders
Where bumble bees
Lose themselves
In flowering thyme;

I lie down in dew-soaked ease.

And dog-rose is the scent
That makes my spirits rise
In the kingdom of the low –
Flying bird.

I take comfort on the mossy soil;

Last years leaves sweet;
Damp In the wing-tipped breeze,
To ease my mind and soothe
My brow;

In dappled light my speckled thoughts take flight…

And the worm-seeking thrushes
Make a rustling sound
Where life goes on
Underground –

Beneath the earthy mound.

                                       
           
               https://poethead.wordpress.com/2016/06/15/killruddery-by-helen-harrison/

         .                                                'Killruddery' is also in my collection of poetry:

          https://sites.google.com/a/lapwingpublications.com/lapwing-store/helen-harrison