Fashionably wild
Roses I thought and honeysuckle just in flower
perfuming the air still hot at dusk
high heat for May and all the garden gasping, early and late
the hose and sprinkling, cans.
Though the sky grumbles half-heartedly, no rain comes.
Warblers and a cuckoo weeks now calling for a mate
we saw him swaying on the tamarisk, calling calling,
and in the evening’s thick air a frog chorus
one in the pool, demonstrating breast stroke.
This year’s newcomer scarlet flax randomly sown, mixed packet thrown
no trimming, untamed - fashionably wild-
but chance and serendipity
perfection
May 22nd 2022 Hounoux, for Carol and John
