Gorse Fires

Cattle out of their byres are dungy still, lambs
Have stepped from last year as from an enclosure.
Five or six men stand gazing at a rusty tractor
Before carrying implements to separate fields.

I am travelling from one April to another.

It is the same train between the same embankments.

Gorse fires are smoking, but pimroses burn

And celandines and white may and gorse flowers.

Michael Longley, Gorse Fires, Cape Poetry, 2009.