Sunday with bee orchids

It’s been a stunning weekend full of lovely people, and grand adventures. This is a snapshot… and it doesn’t have a title, because one of the things I have learned this year is that I almost never know what to call poems, and my titles often feel weird and arbitrary, and I’m often happier if I don’t include them.

 

If you aren’t familiar with the bee orchids… the photograph by Tom Brown will give you some idea…

 

 

Eyes eager, downcast, miracle questing,

For brilliant gems of coloured wonder.

Let there be glory in this mundane world.

 

How the swathe of hill becomes vital,

In detail. Stone to petal, into wing.

Landscape of secret treasures, unveiled.

 

 

 

Gaze lifting, absorbing the vibrance,

No scarcity here, meadows teeming,

As lark song kisses the sky.

 

Wild thyme a small tongue explosion.

No crumb of soil irrelevant today,

And enchantment in the sharing.