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...
Half hinged between green and gold
Half hinged between green and gold in the grey ice of a mid-June garden grapevines swarm upon the fences, bright...
An eagle
An eagle above the golden foil of fields carries this moment in its clasp. These poems...
A red-rump parrot
A red-rump parrot from its sharp vantage on the iron fence is stripping quinces and the yellow ripeness...
A quince tree
A quince tree- into its dark pruned vase of sticks the parcel of sun. Leaves to paper-folded perfection...
Pitching hay
Pitching hay from the swung rhythm of his strong back and hips he forks the rain-dulled stack of last season's gathered grass and for a...
The road to leafless poplars
The road to leafless poplars runs through a mid-winter afternoon to where a yellow tractor paints a green...
