Resurrection
A field of grass, a sea of green / where flowers wild, like dabs of paint, / add vibrancy to Nature’s scene –
Mama’s Walking Stick
Where wild abounds and nature calls / a trail winds through a gentle wood, / along a stream then to small falls, / where she met him, and love was good.
Made
What are you, the Human, made of? / From the loving cup of the giant ammonite / the milliard glistening crystals of predatory lenses / the world-girdling scramble of the kelpie’s mane …
To the Coming of Autumn in Ballina
The west wind blows the wet away and sings you in, soft Autumn. So, hum your Southern strains on murmured …
Church Bells Tolling
At every hour and more, from East and West And North and South and every in-between, From livid London’s every …
The arms of the ocean
When the arms of the cold empty ocean are my only consoling caress, and the wide open sky encircled by …
Bottle of Sky
I pin my wash in silvered light to soft chorale of laughing leaves, the twittering of sparrows back, this golden …
Ill-Fitting Finery
Seventeen seconds to seventeen years. The first expired as I mined for gold flecks sparkling in blue eyes, tick-tocking against …