spring In Derbyshire
two hearts,
one person,
her lovelies,
ankles,
skipping on the streets,
carrying a woman's body,
healing winter-slow,
six pence better,
since December,
yet, still unmended

spring brings warmth and sun...
the farming of the
high gritstone moorlands,
so needy for these
things that are
the all~important.

Energy blessed to her,
selfless redistributed,
being used on the little ones...

Chasing rainbows and planting veg -
sweet peas, sunflowers, raspberries -
harvest the pumpkins,
some to take to the market,
a marker of her hopes

harvest her words,
a marker~market~maker,
anonymous woman~mother-poet
from the Derbyshire
of our hopes

March 24, 2014