Plough deep the furrow!
Cast across the night
The seeds of morning,
Propagate the Light!
Category Archives: Nature
Blessings
So fade the lilies, their miracle complete,
And all their baroque fantasies of form and scent
Now ghosts upon the ripened Summer air.
We lived their moment and that time was sweet.
First winter
The year is still raw
In spite of the shoots
And the thin sunshine.
The cows lie behind
Brown bramble hedges,
Safe from the sharp wind.
On his daily walk
My son turns apple
Red and chubby hands
Turn purple, scorning gloves.
Forefinger and thumb
Point to sky and birds
And dogged walkers.
Everything receives
Mention in his list
Many times over,
In case his mother.
Both ears well muffed,
Should fail to listen.
7th March 1971
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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