blackbird song
the old cat retches
on the threshold
the western light
dissolves into whiteness—
kittiwake cries
winter tapas
the waiter helps himself
to leftovers
(all from The Regulars)
*
larch leaves
swish the brown–blue river
the dale’s breadth
from the dark wood:
the sound of last week’s snow
sliding off pines
the white colonnade
washed by ocean light—
vinegar wind
(all from The Lammas Lands)
*
cold rain
my son and I thank the driver
at the same time
(from Off the Beaten Track)
*
the soft song
of the poplar-tops—
swans in flight
the moon all but full I plump for the slow train
January night
the ambers of marmalade
held up to the light
(all published in Presence)