Lullaby to a garden

  To my sleeping garden this weightless lullaby a quiet outlook from a frosty window As in grey winter light the blackbird is black and the grass is revealed with the rigour of morn As the sycamore gone still inhabits the sky and homeless the grey heron flies So my patience is wantless and serene … Continue reading Lullaby to a garden

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Forest

Will you, ere my demise Let me step inside you Brother oh my forest That on the purple paths love winds into your depths I might once again walk And marvel once again Still flowering your chest The vines of destinies Some glib life would confine to thin dreams But for your breath Nestled under … Continue reading Forest

Archery

They say you never know Why you love somebody But it is for that time Beyond your time when all Those arrows loosed blind from young hearts overbowed Meet unexpected gold And chime Hear ! the call is coming home Over night-rooted crests Waking deep sullen wastes (oh years for not much gone oh life … Continue reading Archery

Westernmost

  Of these westernmost lands My child Will you long remember Between soft folds of velvet green Paler, darker – oh winds’ fancies The silvery song of streams ? With every further step you take Towards shorter summer Its soflty spoken rhyme will fade Its call will sound thinner Yet in the deeper still waters … Continue reading Westernmost

Longing

End of April. Plane trees - platanus hispanica - are now sailing along in the clear morning light. Horse chestnut-trees and paulownias have reached the peak of their beauty. The time of the euphorbia has passed. The time of the wisteria is drawing to an end.   (Euphorbia near Pernety, purple wisteria in Rue des … Continue reading Longing