the jonquils are finishing and starting
a July day clear as a schoolyard bell
stellar heads brighter than chortle
look one way then the other
waiting to cross the tepid morning
of warm tendencies left out to dry
here the salty ice bites into tarragon
a bronzed memory of Autumn rising
the oxalis periscopes at dive
weeded spheres in planetary align
laid on gravel the invasive memory
reaches for more fertile ground
a half sleep ginger cat resiles slowly
sniffs at chimney smoke aromatics
a pair of gloves loosed of form
wait patiently pillows in adjourn
James Walton Poetry 