24th October 2020 You give us fine days we do not deserve:Such freedom, so much play in sun never earned.But…
15th October 2020 You say you’ve never seen a red pill. But we have all seen red pills, plenty of…
Yes, I know it’s already October; but in the year I wrote this poem the swallows left earlier. What matters…
GATHERING SUNSETSI wrote this poem two years ago; as I was gathering Sunsets today while the sun was setting, I…
25th September 2020 I wake in time to see the clock turn over two. As the night kettle noises towards…
10th September 2020Soon after settling hereFrom a well wooded Severn-descending Cotswold vale,I decided to try growing oaks –Despite being told…
Inspired by a recent night swim.I hope John Meade Faulkner doesn’t mind me adapting the title of his novel;If you…
2nd September 2020 He should be painting!On this dry calm morning, everything ought to be out:Scrapers, filler, sandpaper, primer, undercoat,…
1st September 2020 So many times, when we’ve both heardThe cat flap clack, and the ticky putterOf clawed paws crossing…
31st August 2020 Cool clear-sky morning of almost-September;Wind, at last, only fresh after many gale days:Sea once again just lively,…