poem

The Why of Winter Sirius hard on The Hunter’s heels A stoat in ermine gains the field Blackthorn points the ancient tracks of hidden beasts and crack-bone feasts Skies of steel or sugared fire Say resting time for sap-sunk trees And earthed in dens The fox and badger rest at ease Oak...

Sunflower stands and tracks the sun From Dawn until Apollo's Gone Towards his light, her body leant In upward focus, still, intent A patient and a hopeful eye In adoration of the sky Alone she stands in fields of fellowship Her hands oustretched yet with no strength to grip With countless other...