The month of window boxes: horned nasturtiums,
Petunias and breaking-wave lobelia
Sparkle: the dark-leaved tart geraniums
Are cautious but the party-plate regalia
Of passion flowers trumps all. With a glutton’s smileBlowsy St John’s Wort bubbles like custard.
In town’s-edge roughlands children with low guile
Behead dandelions and storm the clustered
Ice cream flutes of bindweed. Ignored, the breezeScuffles the rank bushes like gushing water.
Grasshoppers, dauntless among vetch and furze,
Grind their tissue-and-comb call for a partner.
Beyond are the woods. Tall spruce and dense beechFlash fresh growth. Beneath their shade-cool awning
Wood wasps dart and sing in the sun’s hot shaft,
Moths start from the path dust and grubs hang, dancing
On threads. Hidden, a train soughs through a culvert.Such musky disarray! Boles, lichened boughs,
Hang, lean, lie, trellised by ivy, inert
To the gross-feeding fungus. Spider and louse
Forage under dust-heavy ferns; the brownDunnock, pattering, will devour them. High
On a birch’s flaky trunk a flame-crown
Woodpecker scatters bark, laughing mournfully:
Summer’s workshop of instinct and sensationEchoes with breeding, killing and mutation.
====================© July 2013