Eden

I loathe/ adore this boxed-in landscape 
field/clouds brown/chalk

a searchlight scabious 
amongst the fumey wild thyme 

chacking birds in sour trees 
trunks/fenceposts lichen yellow 

the smudged textile of sky/land 
sunlight the colour of needle

stitched with coltsfoot gold 
edged with blackthorn sculpts

over some brow the wind flaps 
full tilt from the north/east 

veils of cloud/smoke
skin-pinning rain

body/raiment clothe 
it’s tempting to hope