'Things Being Various' (Louis McNeice)
Come April
world is marvel.
Pinched cold,
green rises
through rust-dead
sticks and straws;
woodpecker
rattles
from tree-ambush,
trigger-happy;
wild duck
over water-silk
arrow,
into the wind turn
touch down
wingtip precise;
heads bob
where clouds
blur-edge
white into blue.
By water's edge
I shuffle-dance,
joy up spending;
cold fingers
fumble pen
misquote MacNeice:
'Things being miracle'.
O Angels
and Alleluias!
(Withins Clough, Saturday morning, 20th. April 1991)
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