Late Spring

spring air is so enduring
walk to that white maple
metronome marking cadences
footsteps over the ivy bridge
a castle green-enrobed in
herbs,perfume of Narcissus, hope
luminous play in moonlit midnight cities
squeeze your berrylike eyes against the ripeness
what that scent of millet and hay
she always loved the spring, you say

James McGovern

James McGovern is a student on Oxford University’s MSt Creative Writing programme, and he previously completed a BA in English Literature at the same university. He loves to read and write in disparate genres, including ‘literary fiction’, fantasy and SF, narrative nonfiction and, of course, poetry. He is also Assistant Editor at Vernon Press, an academic publisher.
Twitter page @mcgovern__james

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