The Homecoming - by
For Lois Pereiro
/
/ In Ithaca everyone was dead.
/ They say it was me, Argos the dog, who woke first:
/ — Dead, dead, dead!
/ A smell…
trees
Hallaig - by
‘Tha tìm, am fiadh, an coille Hallaig’
/
/ Tha bùird is tàirnean air an uinneig
/ trom faca mi an Àird Iar
/ ’s tha mo…
The Hazel Trees - by
In the beginning Love satisfies us.
/ When Love first spoke to me of love –
/ How I laughed at her in return!…
Trees - by
You hold the sapling straight, backfill,
/ heel it in. A rainbow
/ pours from the watering can.
The Ash Grove - by
a springtime ash, whose leaves emerge from black
/ an unlocked ash, so profligate with keys…
Lyric IX from ‘Jane’ - by
When the first darkness creeps upon the floor
/ Your comfort filters green into my nostrils,
/ There is no need to ask for…
Olive Tree - by
Some friendly soul, quite near old age,
/ when time to think is plenty, sits,
/ still spry enough, beneath an olive tree,
/ to take…
The Hare - by
Silence, the burden of the song,
Resumes where winds have blasted through.
The white fields swell to the dark sky,
The matrix they are frozen to.
Tree Surgeons - by
They range amongst the upper limbs
/ like primates encumbered with care,
/
/ find parts of trees we’d recognise
/ as human gestures on the level,
/
/ pass…
Easter - by
A white cat
/ dozing on the windowsill
/ on a clear Easter evening,
/ outside the window rustling
/ with the Vilnia’s waters
/ a blossoming plumtree
/ from the hundred-year-old…
The Scale of Things - by
There’s a whole country at the foot of the stone
/ If you care to look
/ These are the stones we have instead…
Optimism - by
More and more I have come to admire resilience.
/ Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foam
/ returns over and over…