Our Winter clothes are long undon… The May-blossom has been and gone… So fast the seasons run, And summer’s warmth has just begun… Swallows veering low and high
This shyness is a burden to me That makes me feel a sham, That makes me blush so freely Me, a grown-up man. Blushing certainly holds me back,
The polar ice caps Like elders Our parents Watching over us Balancing us
The goose, head held high, squawki… Chased the peacock across the lane In front of our car. We stopped… The peacock with long tail feather… To the top of an old stone farm wa…
I am become a river Of tears a waterfall A rag wringing out I am become water A washing away
There’s a gentle lapping on the sh… A sunny day, we hope for more. The sea is saying come on in, Yet much too cold to take a swim. Sailing boats are out in force
Bright July Moon In blue dusk, In peace momentous, Your influence, Pulling this way and that,
Everywhere I go She is not there Everywhere I look She is nowhere Can’t see her anywhere
If he should die his grief Would surely then be gone: This heaviness of grief, And thus of Being, Is grief for the many
Away from the light In the middle of the night I recalled the sight That had given us a fright on our golden wedding anniversary…
Hundreds of dinners are cooking As I walk through the estate, Hundreds of husbands are drinking In the local pubs with their mates… Pork, beef, lamb, and ham,
The buddleia bush is reaching hig… Pushing up towards the sky, And bending down upon my car, So someone looking from afar Might think my car was being cares…
Lying in bed In the dawn light Covered in gold Imagined effigies Of ourselves to come
The sun was shining as I drove into the village. Several people on the kerb stared at
When my eyes upon the raw world lo… First thing in the morning, watery… Hoping to reflect the sun rising i… I think upon the darkside of the n… The realm that I’ve just left to…