When Spring Happens
There are bluebells the colour of ink.
A dog stops and waits, head
over its shoulder, not really looking.
This is what I came for,
the dimmed light of the wood,
blurring of blue and brown
into green. God didn’t say much.
Something like, Remember
before it happens,
I told you it would.
Carolyn Oulton‘s poetry has been published in magazines including Orbis, The Frogmore Papers, iota, Seventh Quarry, Ariadne’s Thread, Envoi, New Walk, Upstreet, Acumen and Ink, Sweat and Tears. Her most recent collection Accidental Fruit is published by Worple Press. Her website is at carolynoulton.co.uk