It comes in waves always at the same speed no matter how you observe it. Pink foot geese left last week owls more silent with fog duck feathers whistle in flight the first white primrose is in flower bold fallow deer browse the rosemary foxes already barking for mates. I can smell the badgers and see their rumbling shapes in late twilight as they circle under a skirt of yews – in courtship they groan and scuffle and I think about loving you – slow down time crescent moon everything we feel as the year continues its turn is offered in the afterglow of starlight from the beginning.
Daphne Astor is an American-born British conservationist and farmer working with literary and visual arts organisations in the UK since 1977. In 2016-2017 she founded and curated Poetry in Aldeburgh, she is currently chairperson of C4RD and was a long-term trustee of the Poetry School. Her poetry has appeared in several anthologies and magazines including Magma, Finished Creatures and Coast to Coast to Coast. She recently became publisher and editor of Hazel Press.
Poem and photograph © Daphne Astor 2021