I ran with him, a three-legged sprint, with an invisible man called wind;toppled every…
Your breath is cold against my cheek.You kissed me in early JuneYou left me breathless and…
the Windhowling endlessly, relentlesslylaughing at the growing insanityit inflicts upon…
It isn’t like a baby dog,Licks, smiles, small and furry,Like a change in the weather,When…
His garden was slightly uneven, slightly tiered,From early February’s putting on of scattered beauty –Snowdrops…
There’s a time for love and a time toleave tenderness and show that you arenot…