Excursion

All words, absurd
but the furrows in the fields are lined
with thistles and with dandelions,
with cow-parsley and campions.

Birdsong moves me
within the leafy canopy
beneath the hum of bumblebees
on such a day, so let it be.

Starlight stretches
over the fields and etches
creation myths in constellations
echoed in stone.

Perfumed trackways
spill heady scents on summer days
beneath the pregnant canopy
of stormcloud skies.