home grown
i cut up the first
fruit of spring

may thunder
picking the bittercress
out of strawberries

a colleague's funeral
years of lean and plenty
in the pew's grain

spring dusk
a handful more earth
on the potatoes

out of the earth
dibbed for potatoes
a charmed worm

cyclo sportif
the only roadside reception
shed cherry blossom

election day
pricking out
the bolted seedlings

monday meeting
the weekend's work
beneath my fingernails

St George's Day
no-one to pick a field
full of dandelions

peak oil
buying the last car
I'll ever need

swallows return
wind lifts the seeds
from palm to drill

spring chill
the sound of Bjork
lost in a supermarket

spring planting
i talk to my neighbour
in the old language