What fruit comes after frost?
Bletted quinces may quicken their saps
Frilled hunks of dryad’s saddle
Outlined with rime skittering deep roots
Into the angry king fallen in battle
Dishonoured with beetle labyrinths
But I have wrapped you in large warm leaves
Tell me about the African babies?
Enfolded in their green corn sheaths.
Veronica Aldous 2016 All rights reserved
Painting also by Veronica Aldous