DHRUPAD 23 (green)
Look now green green now.
Even green in the hills, the high cold hills
with their hearts of stone, sniff the green the tips of bracken there
amongst the old debris pink and brown,
so many cold nights
and winds and slow days of so slow heavy rain.
By the thin rivers and
the fast streams the sedges green and growing
that were hog bristle brown, dead and belligerent and wan wan wan.
And even
the clouds even the clouds
so low and slow and fast, tinged now with
a certain green a certain glow a reflected green, a green smile the world
knows
once frosts are gone and the larger days and the cowslips
foaming over the roadsides in drooping cream bee buzzing delight
now.
The pink grey empty slopes over Aberedw peppered
all peppered with hawthorn white and creamly perching there,
a crown for each moment each outcrop tonguing scented air
pert as hounds bright eyed and keen for sunlight warm and honey
smooth.
A green green breakfast it is now
for the hungry hills,
the hungry hills.
—
simonhlilly 