We had our chance
Hildersham, Cambridge, June 2020
We had our chance when the
Pre-Industrial skies returned to
Remind us what blue is.
The cuckoo sang to the drilling of the woodpecker;
Wild roses followed the nodding bluebells;
Barley fields swayed in waves of olive and lime greens
While wheat grew thick and stocky
Somehow swelling in the drought.
But carbon proved irresistible:
We took to the skies to be dunked in exotic locations
And left the vapour trails to our children.
