Burning rocks had
a near miss. The...
On the compost heap
autumn leaves raked, tidied, stacked...
It returns to haunt,
the dilemma, of disowning...
In the humid night
there was a circularity...
A fugitive moon
appeared, after the blaze of the sun...
Why is it I am always drawn to it?
At what cost is what I seek...
I have been there
Not easy to forget, how quickly reminded...
Pushed aside and
sequestered, like a...
The moon titled her head
and went inarticulate...
This was a shock treatment.
Becoming friends...
I'm never going to see
the great rhododendron giants...
The wind was in your hair,
I will bring the...