From a piece of fence
lying broken on the lawn,
a blackbird flies off.

Stars in the night sky?
Too early, and I look down:
blossom on tarmac.

Treetops, alive with
twittering birds: their site for
social networking.

After the spring rain
the clean Earth gleams and gurgles
like a bathed baby.

The train window shows
sidings, freightyards, raindrops, Crewe
and your reflection.