A foxglove

A foxglove

        in this soon-to-be

        moon garden

        climbs on an astonishing

        sensuous spindle

        where purple and pink bells

        build on a perfectly

        layered storey of flowers.

        I am slightly intoxicated

        with the argument

        from nature and design

        and out-of-step

        with all my century:

        see blessing in the air.

 These poems are from my new collection IN THE APRICOT DARKNESS (view the cover and contents below in my recent posts). They are now being published individually, daily under 'recent posts' on my blog and will be available shortly as an eBook that can be read online or downloaded for free.