Pink clouds adrift,on budded branches,brief sparks against grey bark.
Tell me about the foxgloveand how it stands, tall and pink,in the green…
I ran with him, a three-legged sprint, with an invisible man called wind;toppled every…
This morning as the sun rose over the graveyard next door, the birds in the hedgerow drowned…
brilliant azure sky,scattered white cumulous clouds, sycamore tree limbsreach…
I cup the chalice with both hands and slowly approach the temple of trees, embellished with…