The geraniums are in

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!


My Roadside Stall

I’ve gathered all the windfalls
And made a roadside stall,
I’ve put them in a little box
Upon the garden wall.

I hope somebody buys them,
They’re very good, you see,
They’re good for apple crumble
Or bramble jam for tea.

I’ve washed and dried the apples
And polished every one,
If you pass by you’ll see them
All shining in the sun.

I think somebody’s stopping
Beside my roadside stall,
I hope they like my apples
And maybe buy them all.

For Lucy

Seagull and Albertine

Let me seduce you with the flowers of thyme,
The scent of woodbine and of rosemary.
Above our heads the climbing roses meet
And, on the summer air, their lures combine.

If, by excess, our hungry senses sin,
Arouse sweet passion and excite the mind
So, let us sin by smell and, with each waft,
The very essence of the gods breathe in.

2001 – The roses were wonderful, especially Seagull and Albertine.