Green, blue, yellow and red –
God is down in the swamps and marshes
Sensational as April and almost
incredible the flowering of our catharsis.
A humble scene in a backward place
Where no one important ever looked
The raving flowers looked up in the face
Of the One and the Endless, the Mind
that has baulked the profoundest of mortals.
A primrose, a violet,
A violent wild iris – but mostly anonymous performers yet an important occasion
as the Muse at her toilet
Prepared to inform the local farmers
That beautiful, beautiful, beautiful God
Was breathing His love by a cut-away bog.