In January one can start planning outdoor projects with a sense of them becoming possible soon. Small signs of new growth delight us. There’s talk of what to grow in the allotment as we note bulbs pushing through, though there is still a chance of snow and frost. We also fondly remember previous springs.
Photo: Snowdrops in Daresbury, by Angela Topping
First Earlies
Cold metal freezes the fingers
grasping for the smooth
wooden handle’s safety.
Compost, nurtured and transformed
from last year’s waste,
trickles from the silver spade
into the trench bottom.
Potatoes sprutted, in the warmth
of the greenhouse, ready
for the burial routine of spring.
Carefully positioned,
spruts downward,
to aid their search for food.
A compost blanket,
delicately sprinkled on top
and a prayer, softly spoken,
for a prosperous harvest
in the sunshine of
summer days ahead.
Sharon Fishwick
Helmsley Silver Birch
Arboreal ballerina,
pirouetting confetti,
assumes first position
in an old English churchyard.
Harry Gallagher
KILLINS LANE
High banks
along this very old lane.
Trees with ivied feet,
fingers just touching.
Oh that you would talk to me.
Yes a library has knowledge,
but it is the stars
that know your secrets.
Maureen Weldon
Published by Coffee House Poetry magazine
Included in her pamphlet Midnight Robin, published by Poetry Space Ltd.
Wonderful poems! Harry Gallagher’s will stay with me – so much in so few words!
Thank you Cathy Thomas-Bryant; and I agree Harry Gallagher’s ‘Helmsley Silver Birch’ is wonderful. Also thank you very much indeed Angela Topping for including ‘Killins Lane.’
Two two poems I have included of yours, Maureen, are wonderful.
Hi Angela, what a welcome hygge feature #23 is. I love your photograph of the Daresbury snowdrops and think the three poems presented work well together, especially so with Harry’s brilliant 4-lines ‘Helmsley Silver Birch’ between Sharon’s ‘First Earlies’ and my partner Maureen’s ‘Killins Lane’. I’ve walked that “very old lane” with Maureen many times of course, and think she’s caught its magic well in her poem.
My very best,
Paul