My favourite spot in the garden
Is where the strawberries grow,
Where the marguerites hang overhead
And the hungry blackbirds go.
There in the early morning,
When the grass is wet with dew,
I join the hungry blackbirds
And eat the strawberries too.
For Bessie – June 1980
Behind the house on a bright spring day
When the sun at last had come to stay,
A woodpecker tapped on a hollow tree
And sent secret messages down to me.
He tapped all the morning and then flew away,
What did he tell me? What did he say?
“The summer is coming, it won’t be too long!”
That was the gist of the woodpecker’s song.
19.2.77
I have a homing instinct for the stars 