How can I describe, my beloved one,
The mountain’s glory in the morning sun
How can I tell you of the silent glade
In the snowy depths of the forest shade?
And how shall I capture for you the spell
Of the crystal showers in the frozen dell?
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Shunting yards
Blackbirds and thrushes
On the frozen lawn,
The shunting yards are white.
At night the wagons
Clanged their messages
Along the lines,
I wonder when they sleep.
The lines run south
Through frozen fields,
My thoughts speed along
But cannot reach you.
Now the sun rises
Over the Devon hills
And black and white cows
Move out to pasture.
31st March 1973
The pink hyacinth
One single bud of
The pink hyacinth peeped out
On our wedding day.
23rd December 1967
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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