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
At long last the snow comes,
Hesitantly at first,
Unsure of its welcome
In this precocious spring,
Then thicker and wilder,
Bestowing wet kisses
All over, head to toe,
Ardent, anxious to please.
I abandon myself
To its cold embraces,
Throwing open my arms
And lifting up my face.
Everything else cedes too
And settles down quickly
Under the thick blanket.
2 March 1990
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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