Wednesday, 11 April 2012

North Star

 Dreams, of course, - are something –
(but shadows)
compared to green grass or thorny roses,
froth of hawthorn in early spring,
summer’s lazy river bank
or cooling hedgerows brown in fall
when a nightingale rouses and carols;

(but, growing older)
not wiser,
I found a shining
- constant –
certainly you,
my love.

Sunday, 8 April 2012


Some regard
life as hard –
but when a snowflake, catapulted
from  a  cracking storm, falls and
settles on an
open palm,
a cross;
it’s also soft.