Icefold & Notes for a park
by Mark Leech
[ poetry - april 10 ]
Icefold
capsule valley time's pod
seep seep its membrane
gives way to water and trees slicken
under stone sun
we foot old hard prints
strip leaves of cracks and shatter
white grass the hill a knuckle
winter taut
opened by birds
breath ideograms
on air's primed quire
our trace heat
Notes for a park
Shadows on robin's back
it rears rides the branch, falls
under, earth evaporate,
Frost germinal
roots cartops thick-leafs tarmac
in grass is flour,
Moorhen at night
sick-shrill throat
creeping red-beak through reeds
back, black-eye,
Scrunch toad belly
gravel fellow
lipless watcher
waits on water's hoist,
Wind keys disorient on leaves,
Goldfinch carpet lush,
Chorale, o geese,
your morning part-songs
over roadways and lakes,
Snow makes rabbit
a deep-footed beast,
Swell of blackbird
dip of wren
gulls carrying light back up,
Great tit belly blackline slit
each eye opposes
shut windows,
Rain breath gutterwards
spill and mirror making
softener at depth,
Crow rattlebone in tree
dives gold through sun
rises zero,
Paper-fox
fence speaker,
