THIS IS A BENCH. THAT IS A TREE. THERE IS £592.16p in the bank the statement says. It will pay rent, perhaps THIS IS A BENCH. THAT IS A TREE. I think there is £271.97p left in the account today the blossoms are shaking off their white petals. Songbirds are returning. Continue reading “Now here is something to marvel at…”
Monthly Archives: November 2012
Wild Horses Don’t Break
Stronger than plastic ponies They are white on Kleinmond’s dunes Not small or pink in plastic Not in your pocket Oh no! Sirree Wild horses fling their thoughts to windy mountain passes You’ll never see or catch them, no Alone they go Wild horses in their group
Leaves are no longer green
During my undergraduate years, one of my favourite times of year was when the green-leafed creepers, which cascaded down the old JM Solomon buildings, turned to red. The campus would be adorned in a colour beyond ordinary and the logic that leaves are green no longer stood. This is the fourth Northern autumn that IContinue reading “Leaves are no longer green”
In autumn, brown beacons nose their seeds skyward
Dead star Lost is that light year when my star glowed, swelled, exploded: – Now walking across the metal bridge morning’s grapefruit rays Break the breathing night To touch yellow leaves, Rustle skirts on trees. Brown beacons nose their seeds skyward before the snow. Lost is the night That held myContinue reading “In autumn, brown beacons nose their seeds skyward”