Hundreds of tiny trumpets
Hundreds of tiny trumpets from the clumps of clivia along the driveway and the slow ...
Sunday morning
Sunday morning- moving in and out of sleep, somewhere close on an ivy-covered wall. Rain falls on the...
The massif elevation of clouds
The massif elevation of clouds at 6 am east of the mountains. Airy uplands of blue-grey slate ...
This house has been at sea all night
This house has been at sea all night faring through a frozen ocean each second marked by creaks and scrapes...
Something woke me
Something woke me. Early. Frost had painted the morning white. A crackled silence. Bird calls were...
New Poetry Collection - In the Apricot Darkness
These poems are now being published daily under 'recent posts' on my blog and will be shortly available as an eBook that can be read...
