Sunlight the colour of cold straw.
Sunlight the colour of cold straw. Now rain begins and has its own strange calligraphy on moving windows...
Silver air is crystallized with ice
Silver air is crystallized with ice a numb biting suspension of cold. The pine at the road-corner of the paddock...
Upon this paddock
Upon this paddock it has rained all morning here and late into the day and dark where things without interference...
Good Friday
Out from white bricks of the church, at the junction of orange clay and a neglected border garden ...
Now is the time of the crab-apple
Now is the time of the crab-apple small coals of fire beneath the frost-cracked panes of winter. Whoever...
I don’t want to live outside of my garden
I don’t want to live outside of my garden as I don’t want to live outside of paradise ...
Moss is a way
Moss is a way of looking at a wall soft veined between the rocks it chokes the builder’s art and grouts...
The olive tree must live as long as age
The olive tree must live as long as age and melting time can manage notching up seasons like enemies guarding...
Soft-brown calligraphy of leafless branches
Soft-brown calligraphy of leafless branches* a brood of hens scratch in a careless line out from their swung-open ...
Here now this long-dead tree
Here now this long-dead tree great grey galleon against the golden morning sky post pigeons in...
