Wednesday 28 March 2012


shirt off

up on top

(pinnacle)


ladybird on the rosebush


woodpecker down the hill

Thursday 22 March 2012

fire in the stars

other establishments tumbled
into my arms
the re-arrangement of all permanence
leant against me at the gate

leaves

the mind was like an empty box
where autumn leaves
fluttered about in the breeze
they say it is wiser not
to pursue them