More by stealth than all-out onslaught
Autumn has invested the garden.
Summer conjures up a brave face
But the unmistakeable signs
Are all around prevailing.
Monthly Archives: October 2015
Two becomes one
Under Takamaka trees
A baby lies sleeping,
Two becomes three becomes one.
Away, away
The geraniums are in
And the logs are piled high,
The chestnuts are gathered
And across the grey sky
The wild ducks are flying
Away, away,
We’ll come back in springtime,
Some day, some day!
I have a homing instinct for the stars 