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

Into Italian sunshine

The snows of the Alps
Changed into Spring blossom
As we moved southwards
Into Italian sunshine.

Venice. April 1976

Blossom on the snow

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

1989

February walk

The shrill two note song
Of the skylark insisted
Spring had come early,
But I knew that the
Blue of the sea and the sky
were today’s only.

9 February 1968

New Potatoes

Four tight little rows
Planted in wandering lines,
Two before the house
And two behind,
A signal to the weeds
That we are here to stay,
A gesture of possession
Buried two inches down
In a soil which had not seen
A crop for years.
In the warm spring air
They came up unsure of themselves
With gaps in the winding rows,
The young shoots black-green,
Dark as the crumbled seaweed
On the surface of the soil.
Slowly with each shower of rain,
They bushed and grew
And hid the earth
Which we had banked
Around them.
The winds blew in April,
Turning the leaves brown;
We watched over them
Like sick children.
Came the time for digging
The potatoes lay newborn
On the upturned earth.
My son carried them lovingly
One by one, to place them in the basket.
For him at two years
It was his first crop
But so it was for us!
Soon the kitchen smelt of mint
And we ate our first fruits
Bathed in butter.

July 1972

To you my dearest

To you my dearest chick I send this night
My love and birthday greetings, that they may
Like blossom from some Maytime fruit tree fall
Upon your pillow as you lie asleep,
And linger on your eyes and on your lips
And every part of you that I do know,
And tell you in your dreaming how I miss
Your patient love and gentle womanhood.

To Judy in Italy on her birthday
1966