The Earth undresses in the Morning breeze
and I catch the leaves as the Summer leaves.
This falling blazonry, these bunting reds Continue reading “The Modesty of the Earth”
They are my light, these words, inside my skull:
my mind’s illumination, giving thought its sight.
Without them, I’d be blind, and lost within:
ever dark and silent, trapped in sleepless night. Continue reading “Sonnet 1”
Even as the trout watched,
the frog leapt from Vega to Sirius
to prove it could be done.
The trout only mouthed, speechless.
We are always waiting, it seems,
all of us, somehow waiting.
As the the Sun rises,
so do our hopes Continue reading “Shore”
They say it’s just
I hear the breath
of a living thing. Continue reading “Not Unknown”
the sea has much to say
the sea has much to hear
so I sing
as I swim in the sea.
The sparrow on my finger:
so now I am a tree
and for one sacred moment
it is Spring for me.
Let me not think. Like a leaf
that falls curling and twisting at the end
and in that brief glory flies
and has no fear and cannot tell
if it only leaves, or flames in Hell.
If I was a bird
I would fly so high
I would not hear
the tumult of the world, Continue reading “The Colour of the Sky”
There are no ways
that I can count
the ways I love you.
All I know Continue reading “All I know”
If I should open up his cage
my budgie would never reach the stage
where he’d survive Continue reading “He Tells Me of his Budgie”
“I have to dunk you in the river,”
I heard the heron say
and the vole was simply dumbstruck
after some delay.
Are you lonely, poet?
Do not your words give comfort? Continue reading “The Voice in the Sea”
Listen to my voice, poet.
Can you hear my voice?
It is the lark in the night that never ends
or the owl whose scream shadows the sunlight Continue reading “Hark”
The hills have places
rich with memory.
Nothing remains, you understand,
but all that’s past can be told Continue reading “Skyscape”