Waiting

I accept this garden sun as a question

of patience; a weather vane shuttles

in the direction of shade so motionless

it is pointless to stir or think

though trying makes me sweat.

 

Under the leaves two more clematis

wait for a fossil to cautiously

send out fronds before breaking

bud. Maybe later. A woodmouse

spots a latent fiddlehead curled up

and still.

 

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