poem for Earth Day
With a reckless swoop
you patter at my window
frantic as a delivery boy
who’s slept through months of orders.
You’re a fizzing blur of antenna, legs and wings;
a pantomine of lanes and hilly streets;
lines of washing you’ve bashed against
to arrive here steeped in diligence.
You imagine my bedroom an empire of sweetness.
You want to trample sauce across my sheets.
Speed away, bee, in your vest of fur.
Thank you for your glowing stripes of dreams.
In the woods, bluebells are sweetly ringing,
and lavender will flower for you. Can you hear me singing?
Can you hear me singing?