In the midst of human lawlessness,
we revel in spring’s lawlessness.
Flares of yellow furze bushes
are ignited by spring’s lawlessness.
Fragrant frothing apple trees
rejoice in nature’s lawlessness.
Oaks are bursting into leaf,
awakened by the lawlessness.
Brambles break through wind-blown fences
thorny-sharp with lawlessness.
Every morning birds awake us
singing praise to lawlessness.
Villages tucked in folds of fields
revere spring’s verdant lawlessness.
Kim M. Russell, 23rd May 2019
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Form for All: Ghazal
Our host this Thursday is Gay with the poetry form for the whole of next month: the ghazal, another tricky form to get used to! I went for a classical ghazal to start with.