My shadow fell across a rose: Within its open folds Of orange petals I put my nose - The sweetness of its scent Filled my head
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…
I am become a river Of tears a waterfall A rag wringing out I am become water A washing away
Sometimes we are too close to each… To see ourselves as others do, Too wrapped up within our lives To stop and look and listen And to see the dance that’s going…
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
When the image of my face Is reflected in my pond, I wonder if the moon and sun Will acknowledge me, forever on, As being a part of nature,
The roses here grow on Year after year, While people have gone Year after year. Yet we are still together,
When I hug My ninety year old mother It is as though I am hugging a bird: A wiry body, as if
When you get to grips With brick or stone, with tools, Drilling holes, or re-shaping thin… To fix a light outside, perhaps, Or laying paving slabs
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…
Bright July Moon In blue dusk, In peace momentous, Your influence, Pulling this way and that,
Inside my head My mind burns With the dead And turns Into imagined ashes,
If he should die his grief Would surely then be gone: This heaviness of grief, And thus of Being, Is grief for the many
Everywhere I go She is not there Everywhere I look She is nowhere Can’t see her anywhere
The polar ice caps Like elders Our parents Watching over us Balancing us