Spring is sprung

I noticed some hawthorn in flower today, which reminded me of a 'poem' I wrote a few years ago (maybe it was a decade ago, I can't remember!):

Mayday

Spiny, skeletal trees
Budding leaves
Show sharp against
The moving sky.

Dusty-brown church
Bricks, grapple for height
Toward the light,
Which is cut
With the soars of the birds.

Beyond crumbling gravestones
A tractor in a furrowed field
awaits harvest fruit, yet concealed.
Fresh, white, thorny and rude
The may blossom
R A D I A T E S


I wrote it on 1 May 1996...