Branford Park, Just Quietly

Branford Park, Just Quietly

Small clusters of Daisies
shimmy and quiver along
the embankment this morning.

Summer tides have made
their early return, cutting a swathe
through the valley’s epicentre,

where bird chatter makes its
half hearted attempt at small
talk with zesty oak leaves

rippling in the cool
of morning’s tepid breeze.
Each blade of grass will begin

it’s parched transition from
evergreen to dry tones
of a bilious citrine.

This is where the what is
and what has always been
will make itself known to

these curious ears, that
still pop in wonder with
youthful surprise.

Mashed potato clouds
swing by, adding their cheeky
grace notes and trills to

their cadenza ad libitum;
They know a decent
tune when they hear it.

©️Orion Foote, 2022