ON THE CUSP OF SPRING AND SUMMER

On the cusp of spring and summer

Hawthorn hedgerows bloom

And produce their fruity haws

Before the autumns gathering gloom

CAUGHT IN THAT FIRST INSTANT

 

Caught in that first instant,

That first take from a distance

There appeared from the Woodlands edge

A kind of low misty apparition

Almost like a cloud of drifting smoke

Emerging from the tree line

Of course, when I got closer, I realized

It was just the flowering Hawthorn