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
around the headstone
of one who died at twenty:
wind-puffed primroses
(all published in Presence)
