Sunday morning. Hazy sunshine, Cool Breeze, Poppies dancing In the hedgerows. Up the hill, Flanked by nettles Now growing taller than me. Dwarfed by the lof...
I meditate upon a swallow's flight, Upon a aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night Although that western cloud is luminous, Great works...
An ant on the tablecloth Ran into a dormant moth Of many times his size. He showed not the least surprise. His business wasn't with such. He gave it scarcely a ...
Lonely children grow and shed their fears So I knew I would, one of these years Some unholy sights I've presided over All of them, obscured by the camera Solit...
The cold blows in through the back door the boards creak as I walk across the floor The windows are dusty and the walls have cracks and the passage has signs wh...
