Waiting for Summer

The wind blows the sand
Into the long whitened grass
And into our hair,
Lovers lying together,
Waiting for Summer.

Seasons

Aside

Now falls the blossom on the snow
As through the cherry March winds blow
And through my heart the seasons flow.

1989

Sweet paradise

Sweet paradise of childhood,
Oh, truly happy land,
Where friends in sea and sunshine
Across the golden sand
Of childhood’s endless summers
Go running hand in hand.

Jersey 1980