 Winter willows
Winter willows        a soft ankle-deep gouache of green and gold.        The way the old river was once then        when we wore the...
Where they are picking olives
Where they are picking olives there are barely two colours                                                  green and grey. The first...
Afternoon is deep in winter
Afternoon is deep in winter        only the day cannot decide        how cold.        Between greys        knife and elbows of the...
  Having flown a century ago
Having flown a century ago        from a kerchief-tied knot of seeds        out of a Suffolk countryside.        Brought here for tea...
 When Dioscorides
When Dioscorides        two millennia ago        first plucked you        from an ancient        Italian marsh        as a common...
 Shifting the roses
Shifting the roses        thorns aside        there were plenty in the wind anyway.        I got seven bushes out        not feeling...
    This afternoon I pruned the fig
This afternoon I pruned the fig        cutting back hard into its old grey wood.        Honing the blade on secateurs until it        ...
