Mystery
It occupies my mind sometimes I can't think of anything else
walking on old tracks were many walked before me some of them barefoot.
Death is surrounding me.
Leafless tree no bird or insect visits them n planes
among spring flora their useless boughs and branches
are unwelcome truths I take pictures of
a rare flower not yet discovered by a botanist and made
academic with an unbelievable Latin name.
The small bush so delicate it will be taken by the zephyr
in the morning while the sun is still cool.
Sheep will eat them and I will not fret except
black pellets were wildflowers stood.