I was reminded by the gorse today that the magic of spring is on the way
Here’s a poem I wrote a couple of years ago , sparked by the power of scent…
She would bottle the scent
of gorse enchantment,
infuse it like her childhood potions,
photograph how it feels inside
rushing through her cells,
a store of lush
for other kinds of days.
This is intimate intoxication.
A charioteer of sensuous opening
lifting life into ripe,