Now and Then
Late October hedges along this lane
coloured with flowers
(seasons are late this year):
pink of campion and wild geranium,
toad-flax, cow-parsley, yellow stragglers,
a single honeysuckle.
The bushes though are berried—hawthorn, blackthorn
(remnants of blackberry-flower among the berries),
a few rose-bushes burning with red hips,
and suddenly among those
a white rose, and another white rose.
The wild rose was my flower. Good that these late flowers
are here for me, you, us now in this late
we are giving each other
or fate is giving us, which is at any rate
(whomever we thank for it) ours.