The magpie she knows many things,
I don't speak her secret tongue.
If I give her treasure, coins &

On a sinister horizon
the Red Witch Autumn's
cold spells
are a brewing.
Swansong of August,
so

October is a scarlet woman.
Harlot of the calendar girls
and when her cool hand unfurls
and

I know the secrets of the wind
for what it aches
its origins
for I have glimpsed inside
its

Squadrons of cackling jackdaws
pepper fraught valley skies
while avoiding marauding
Messerschmidt

The sand rolls ahead, a rippling carpet,

Smooth and pure under the glow of the moon.

The

The summers evening is a glorious gifting.
No lights out, just sunlight drifting.
The travail is

Bewildering this land, just now in green,
All yesterdays long hidden under-scene.
Seen of the

The sun out to play, for all to bask.
To perch on the fence with a flask,
Of tea. All only oneself

The yuletide card to paint,
A blanket drapes the landscape.
Clouds above lowering and laden, so

Deep in the forest.

A coat of snow.

An outline of sun,

Peeping through branches.

Zero

Woolgathering, passing footnotes a slow,
On this path where hooves before did tow.
With the script

In winter spring summer and fall if I had you, I'd have it all. Your hypnotic bouquets of springtime

You may think that I am fierce, but in this place, I am not cruel, I only live on mothers rule, I

The patch of land lies bare and unspoilt,

An array of paths that weave through trees,

Mud

The Fly lurks around putrid matter
and delights in savoring human waste.
The distasteful things

One sunny afternoon, I coiled
in the grass, and later wriggled
my way through the woods.
Though

Beat down you wretched restless rain
And spit the heavens dry 
Bring forth the blood and sweat and

Mist, envelop me
Caress my skin with your soft flicker 
Drown the steeples 
Be one with

I know I should sleep, but all I can think of are the orange leaves dancing as they die 
Mad, cast

Blessèd light 
Stay a moment longer ‘neath the cloud
Why take such sycophantic flight
To please

I walk, past walls of art and light, as in a waking dream
As naked nature blossoms bright from

Rose dawn's full breath felt warm upon the nape of Madeleine 
She stirred, her golden fingers

Through precious streets as tender as the night which bears them grace
And luscious heat which

Platform four for Pyin Oo Lwin, the old Marshall said
Through teeth broken, full brown and rotten

You saved a bee ... that said so much to me.

Drowsy, dry and debilitated the bee lay on the

It is necessary
to step carefully:
the rocks on the path are angular
and deceptive.

Some are

A gift from Uncle Joey,
you came wrapped, traditionally,
in the classified pages.

You were a

Hush, be still, let sweet air nostrils fill.
Trees beseech, Oak, Sycamore, Birch and Beech.
Admire

The charisma gliding over in silent waves
Drive the minds to unfathommable depths.....
The

I wake up to see the falling crystal balls
Day in and day out....
While the sun rays

I've ne'er seen m're beauty in th' sunset,
Than I've se'n the star doth shine and gleam,
Fore

With this rose I give to you
Is a promise to be true
If I cannot give you my Love
I will pray to

The art appearing on the canopy
In the dawn and dusk
The replica never repeated
Each day

Such the chorus the
Morning wood brings
Sounds of warblers
Mingle with the
Telltale bubbling

Black-smooth sleekness
Mocked by drooping
Feathered fan trailing
Through dust.

Seagulls are

Two hundred summer
thaws come and go
before his cold-slowed
heart stops pumping

blood

sea embraces sand
and waves wait their turn
to dissolve rock.

The universe expands
from every

Darwen Tower, there you sit resplendent on the Moor.
Like many landmarks you represent times that

the sun gently falls
towards the beckoning
earth reds and
oranges fade to blues
as darkness

We live in such times
Hurled often unawares
Into its vortex; whence
Few escape

When the shades in daylight dwarfed
Men perspired, beasts ran to cool
Their throats and heels,the

Clouds climb in bands,
Wild as wolves,
Brigands wending stealthily
Between precipices
And

It was actually closer than I had thought.
I left the hotel, slipping furtively past the gatehouse,

storm's fury threatens
bright flashes
upon blacks
sunlight pierces
the gloom sending
streams

Clouds above us, feet in sand.
You toddle beside me clutching my hand.

Bucket sloshes with

Where the earth meets the sky, we shall walk you and I.
Seagulls soar and caw, the scavengers of

An enraged newborn sun
Flares at the meeting
Of crushed silk sky
And elephant skin sea.

Northern sunlight entices
Gentle hills into seas
Where companionable seals
Rip fish apart.

When the ink pot has run dry
I’ll put down my pen and rest
To wait once more
For thoughts to

Mid-Summer MoonSong -
pipistrelles dance a duet
to silver rhythms

Chop down all the trees,
cover the earth with concrete
till the Earth can't breathe.

Wonder why

From hereon after, there will be laughter.
Life has a habit of making you lose your sense of

We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking

Picture a diamond spinning against the dark,
flinging back the brilliance of a sun.
Move a little

We can manage a dull afternoon
When punished lilies
Imitate the army of rebel waters
Sneaking

The harbinger arrives at first light
built like a lanky whippet
carrying his rope and

That tree took one in the heart
a bolt that lit the kitchen
leaving ozone smell
splashing a

There is still a trace
of early morning mist
light, barely veiling
the rough hewn sides
of

Old Mama wades the murky soup
one hand clutching a sodden loaf
the other pushing a floating

On Life's Mystery ...

I'm a fathomless lake whose
depth is an infinite puzzle
to myself and

The path shimmers in sunlight
Filtered by shivering branches.

Scudding clouds throw the fallen

Pleading that they’ll save us much hard work
the motorcycle hustlers are insistent,
but we prefer

The beach is where I love to play
So wonderful on a sunny day

The sounds the smells and things

To see the sea which I adore
It will remain when I’m no more

The tide doth ebb, the tide doth

Above the frozen water meadow winter sunlight flashes
frail birches stand in line, a guard

The cup gleams gold in the light
Golden liquid overflowing
Round bowl on a slender stem.
On the

Everything’s got a soul you know.
The animals and birds,
the rocks, the rivers, flowers and

I went out for a walk under the moon
Strolling down the empty street
With my hands in my

Loneliness is not lonely to those who have no home
The birds in the air and the sky are their own

An ocean murmurs and flows above us
instead of the sky, a vapour life invisible
stripes stride,

today i tried to visit with a shrub
in the park
sitting on a grey wooden bench
i heard

Bumping home on random kerbs of air,
through summer’s glutted, cloying light,
glistening, sticky

White and smooth,
Pocketed flat and small.

The Kittiwakes squat
In sandstone cliffs,
Decaying

After the rain, I see the daisies,
In their clean, white dresses,
Fresh and perfect.
Washed and

In the early morning hours
The sky is filled with clouds
I love this morning time do I
Away

Atá suite ann, i síocháin adh,
Tá míle bliain i codlata geimhridh, an codladh is faide
Cnámha,

…Inside beams, spiders fall from ceilings.

change,
a gate opens,
we look through

Interior paths
Wander through
Spring sunlight

To a sudden
Chilling shade
Of

How I love to commune
with nature, for my heart
is wedded to earth.
I feel serene in a world

Caillte againn Ailín,
Mar a bhí ar siúl againn go dtí an sráidbhaile.
Mar sin, bhí muid bródúil

When A Rose is grown
It is A wonderful thing
It brings life and Love
To the garden of earth
When

Let forth the spring flowers
That the rose that's grown,
Be a symbolic sign of Lovers
With the

A guttural green sound in the wrecked garden.

Cough of spring earth
clearing its croaked winter

As I sit by the water’s edge

The canopy above

Shields me from the heat of the

I aer criostail, ag an am tráthnóna i mí Feabhra,
Seasamh mé ar an droichead,
Ag Clochán.
Is é mo

A splinter of crescent moon sets
Between chiselled peaks
As stark sun picks out torrents
Of

I fall into focus
and perambulate
into perspective
at one with the truth
of all nature's

In temperate days of autumn
Before the sun in sinking glow,
The fields lie all in sepia

In raindrops falling curtain,
‘neath the bows of velvet trunk,
Lies in effervescent flush of

Mary had a little lamb,
It had a sooty foot,
And everywhere that Mary went,
Its sooty foot it

Study the trees in Saltaire and Roberts Park,
The large English Oak with a twisted furrowed

Gaze over to the North East and you will see,
In the spring time, bright colours in the

Spring is here for all to see,
So it's off for a walk for you and me,
Through the woods or in a

our cat Fluff stands
at the breakfast bar -
a Louis Wain pose.

These Sacred Bush lands.

I walk these sacred bush lands
Beneath that warming sun
As thoughts be

Once, in an age gone past,
In season's journey,
They stood tall.
Erin's forest of virgin

I often go to paradise,
When its within my reach.
A chance to gather emptiness
Upon a lonely

Hiss on stone,
Pelting, full of spit,
Deafening in its roar of sweet crescendo.
The night begins

Close your eyes and sleep,
Your time has come to go.
Chased from your land,
Harried, harassed and

Magnificent.
Resplendent and tall,
Whispering tales of ancient times.
You were everywhere.
They

The trees blossom
With snow.

The petals fall
In blizzards,

By the sun
Brought down;

On

A crescent moon shines a milky light,
a mysterious dance on the face of night.
More eloquent as

Autumn

Old man Autumns round my door
as summer waves goodbye,
darkness steals

Each pine tree is meticulously painted
By Caspar David Friedrich.
They march up the flanks of the

Within my gardens soul abounds,
A spirit stirring neath the ground,
Aroused by secret depths

Hunger rides dawn to dusk
as little owl seeks prey ;
the only owl who hunts
in the heat of the

Leaf through crisp textures
that twine and tremble
leaves that flicker dance
and tumble.

Burning berries machine-gun heavenly blue,
godly iris.

Firing seed, tree and water dreams
to

A Pibroch of wind piping the brutal moor.
The souls of everything fled.

The depressed moor

She sits in a spindly lane-side tree,
Plump and delightfully pompous,
Chest feathers

Mistaken for gusting leaves
Swirling mice chase
Around each other
Across paths at dusk;

A fox

Crows bore holes

Into the snow

With their beaks

And their blackness.

Garrulous choughs gather in the valley
As dawn etches rose and violet gullies
On frost-shattered

There’s too much noise
For Darwinian comfort:
As the robins bring grubs

To the bushes beneath

She sits in a spindly lane-side tree,

Plump and delightfully pompous, 

Chest feathers

The Thames flows towards its highest tide, gently
Lapping over its banks from Hammersmith to

These birds choose to live in rarefied air,
Where all around them mountain peaks
Can be

I stand on tortured twisted rocks
Two and a quarter miles above
The surface of the sea they were

Twilight medicates
the hysterical summer garden.

Laudanum of luminous blue
doping

In the work of the world, everything is a poem;
slow petal hinges closing the drowsy flower -