Wandering

There are blackberries up here Orange flashes of buckthorn Sun splashing through the sky On a coastline, all rock Layers…

April Showers

The trees are crying again White blossoms rain As hope is lost And Summer slides in To take her share…

It was the thunder that woke her up. She opened her eyes slowly. Then rolled on to her back, and…

They all gathered By the beach, in the water On the setting sand For the last Sunday Before school began…

When I greeted the river This morning, I saw The blackberry bushes Brushed with frost Delicate ice crystals Adorning the…

Many people have told me how they want to write a book, and what it would be about. They are…

He was my holiday Set in the summer sun When I didn’t think Of myself, what I’m not What I…

Life is long, I tell him Without really knowing why He frowns, and I wonder too What I could have…

The fields fell down into the valley below the sun which soaked into every inch of the slope on which…

Last night I dreamt I fell through a hole in a cold winter’s night, and found myself walking along a…