Pines stood like these
Along the windy ridge
Where we so often walked
And much in love
Discussed a time to wed.
Beneath the trees
On those October days
So distant now
Our plans much favoured Spring
Until we said,
As of one heart and mind,
Why wait till then?
At Christmas let it be!
And so it was!
17 May 1985
On seeing a drawing by John Constable “Fir Trees at Hampstead, 1820”
The flight of a crane
Over still misty canals
Reminds me of Keukenhof
And walking with you.
For Judy
North Holland
23 May 1978
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.
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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