Thoughts Of The Day At St Mary's Churchyard Poem by Mark Heathcote

To walk between forgotten gravestones
While a perched jackdaw sings as he dethrones.
While wild garlic queenly lushly scented grows.
This simple honour, this heart already knows?
True as winter, loves tranquil spring bestows
As I cut with a mower, the brambled nettles.
While pink-white blossoms nod around my ankles
As I cup a second glittering dew-lit frog.
Placate him duly beside an old, rotting log.
I like a custodial, nonexistent god.
Pacing about my daily life is just such a gift.
Like a bundle of dried sticks
A kindling of new beginnings burning abridged.