Feels her white foot
Through the Dark Sod — as Education —The Lily passes [...]
Agog at a crux of presence
I think we need more festivals, not fewer. One of [...]
Clearing
In my new book, I have two poems called Clearing. [...]
The best medicine
I've taken the title of this blog from a poem [...]
we shall come at the wonder
Many people have mentioned how strange time seems during this [...]
orchards and dark green fields
People keep commenting on the prevalence of birdsong during these [...]
A vanished April
I've always had a sense of the rhythms of the [...]
Trees turned and talked to me
The news with its litany of loss, anxiety and uncertainty [...]
Feel the roots of the house move
I dream a lot about houses, my own, other people’s, [...]
A hint of eternity
I love solitude but it's strange to spend quite so [...]
