The world looks better from a blanket
Perhaps the stars aligned
or magnetic fields
whispered to northern lights
that now was the time to shine.
It seems the sky is too perfect,
too photogenically sharp
for an England spring evening
given recent years.
Could a conspiracy of ley lines
have recruited radio waves
to make blossom explode
spectacular on the bough.
Lying here, as I last did
in childhood summers
I am faced with the enormity
of simple truths.
I celebrate
another circuit round the sun
as nature, left to itself
once more leaves me stunned.
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