Stratigraph Time 

Ground frost 
sits shaded before
May Day rays thaw
and we use its silver
shimmer like fishermen
trails, through fence.
Follow Hawthorn nook,
Cowslip cause, iced
pebble mass to Great Barr Fault
where breccia forges god-time
in red rock displacements.
  
At the Strata Fold
I'm taken between 
dimensions to
steaming swamp
forests, flittering
with glitter-bubbles
of squirming
chilopoda. Its curl
speaks the same song
as Braken; chain coral's
infinite coda. 
  
Then home,
now frosts are mellowed
and circuits and circles 
and stirrings clasp
everything.
 
R.M. Francis