Spring
Swallows crotchet and
minim the telephone wires,
sing volts down the line.

Summer
Bees go down at the
lips of foxgloves, nervous like
a lover's first time.

Autumn
A spider has danced
a fingerprint in the space
between two branches.

Winter
Nests clot in the veins
of the tree- the rooks are a
passing infection.