This Empty Frost

Cherry

This Empty Frost

Poem about winter and a lost love affair

Woodsmoke

Woodsmoke Autumn sunrays cut through a bonfire 's billows prismed they illuminate the smoke with neatly drawn light like painted radiations on a canvas framing a sacred face all gentle piety
Cherry

Fountains

Fountains light the sound of gardens in twinkle plink pink pink make baths for birdsong and fall down drunken steps in a joyous white unfurling

The Farmers Dog

The Farmers Dog Was hauled to my front door by a neighbour in a hurry "I found your dog in the road" he said "It's not my dog and I have the dentist...