The lantana in the south garden
The lantana in the south garden is older than the house its roots burrow in cool orange clay its leaves and stems...
The stubble fields
The stubble fields are a pen and wash in early morning light. Distant wild bamboo crosshatch pale sun sown with...
This sport's field
This sport's field Sunday morning with the rasping antiphon of a choir of galahs. Sun sits just below the...
Pruning of the vines
Pruning of the vines and at this road distance so many small humped clouds of control amongst the snarl of canes...
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...
