Eastern Shore

Come trace a wingtip on a surging shore
Crag and cay and islet wave o'er-rushed
Watch the earth draining into bays
Under flats spanned by terns meander
Rippled valleys in silts and umbers green

Come plunge down forest crevasse
     Where the surprise and gem of water falling clean
In one perpending view returns sunshine

We may settle through the dappled air
To a grassy aisle by a riven dene
And the sweet grass by a river's edge
A butterfly alights on a chosen flower
Under the sudden still machine
     Bees hum in hundreds mid buttercup and clover
and stipplings of petals remark the sky