The geraniums are in
And the logs are piled high,
The chestnuts are gathered
And across the grey sky
The wild ducks are flying
Away, away,
We’ll come back in springtime,
Some day, some day!
Tag Archives: seasons
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
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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