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Excerpts from Early Rising (2)
by J.B. Pick





Objectively speaking


A leaf is signalling in stars of light,
The midges drift and dash; *
Autumn is being cautious and polite
Before the winter clash.
Time's rope grows shorter, and I can't delay.
Consider what life yields:
A pile of useless paper to destroy,
And dung to scatter on the fields.



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To gardeners


Leave as you go each seventh weed,
Allow the unexpected seed,
For if in battle nature wins
A rising spiral then begins;
If cunning man should win the war -
Dead souls on a dead star.



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Early rising


To greet the dawn was my mistake:
Midges are the first to wake. *



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Stone circle


This rock country long besieged by time
With stony cunning engineered and egg;
Out of the egg a thought broke forth and grew:
Time will never catch it now.



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The language


The water speaks, insistent and withdrawn.
Lichen forms a pattern on the stone.
This language lives; it's not addressing me,
Yet something stirs, and struggles to reply.



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* a midge is a tiny mosquito type fly which is very common in Scotland. They are very annoying but largely harmless.



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