When Grey Shapes Slip the Shadows - by
When grey shapes slip the shadows of the morning
/ My small birds sit in silence in the eaves
/ But daylight brings indifferent…
fate
The Way - by
Friend, I have lost the way.
/ The way leads on.
/ Is there another way?
/ The way is one.
/ I must retrace the track.
/ It’s lost…
Last Lauch - by
The Minister said it wad dee,
/ the cypress buss I plantit.
/ But the buss grew…
Avoiding the gods - by
They have come
/ to scald our blood, to call us out
/ from our bright houses to the twisted shadows under trees.
/ Let us…
The Zenith - by
To-day I reach the zenith of my life,
/ No time more noble in my span of years
/ Than this, the glorious…
Horace, Ode XI. Lib. I - by
Ne’er fash your thumb what gods decree
/ To be the weird o’ you or me,
/ Nor deal in cantrip’s kittle cunning
/ To spier…
Proud Maisie - by
Proud Maisie is in the wood,
/ Walking so early;
/ Sweet Robin sits on the bush,
/ …
Between the Penny Dropping and the Penny Landing - by
While the penny spins,
pale beams catch on a lost key in a nest,
roll over roofs and drop into the alley,
and we are shadows in that alley.