A Postcard From April

Up in the trees' turrets, Steeplejack squirrels pour off bending boughs Like plumps of rain Spider's trampoline boings between two twigs Ivy clings like Mars to Aphrodite. Pressed to the forest floor by Winter's boot Beech leaves suffer the dominatrix session Brown warts poke from the field's green face The busy molehills bursting up like acne A vole is sucked down the quicksand Of hawk's red throat. A bumblebee like a cake crumb Buzzes off in search of honey A bread and butter moment in the spring.