Portrait
Hill-top, Caledon
You, Being Dead
Dilemma
Night Garden
Some Quiet Day … Perhaps
Cloister
Colour In the Willows
Darling … the colour has come back, in the willows.
Remember how it was, last year? Incredibly orange …
Little orange willow switches
Hardly bending;
Remember the white shore road
And the blue water in the Bay
Still fretted with clotted snow
At the sand edge?
The sky was a light, high blue
And all the clouds were little, and frisky.
And we kept making wagers about the willows
At every curve in the road.
Darling … the colour has come back in the willows;
But I have no one … to bet with!
"They Also Serve …"