Poem, Poetry

Anthony Watts

for Julie

Cow Parsley, earliest to face
Emergent Spring,
Along the bright May verges flings
A froth of lace.

Rough Chervil lolls a dusty tongue
In ripening June –
Trusts that hot weather, should it come,
Will not last long.

Hedge Parsley, upright, brittle, clean,
In August bears
The banner of the burnished year’s
Unvanquished green.

Anthony Watts has been writing ‘seriously’ for about 40 years.  He has won prizes in poetry competitions and has had poems published in many magazines and anthologies.  His latest collection is Stiles (Paekakariki Press).  His main interests are poetry, music, walking and binge thinking. 

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