Rigid-backed, a pair of
Witch-eyed ravens view
Both the past and future
From the lizard-toed tops
Of a spring-resurrected elm.
But only I am aware of
the friends-of-ghost shapes
That fidget, hover and shift
In the churchyard mists.
There is challenge
And change
To come:
There will be a
No-more time
Soon enough
And a nowhere place.
But there is still time to
Swing on the fairyland moon
And paddle in malachite tides
If we are but bold enough.
What say you …
?