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Out of Time
Shall I stand and wait / As I slowly change to infinite dust / Become one with the smallest / Become one with the oldest / The closest th…
On Westhay Moor
Bramble bushes having borne one fruit now sparkle with another / It seems a million spiders have spread a million webs
From Deep Within and Yet Without
Cracked cheeks resolve and the lull ensues / Until the foetid blow again returns.
Oh Happy Day!
Well you plied your trade / Despite the tyrants heavy boot
Shades of Grey
The sun came out this morning / It was a brief affair
Spring Lamb
And who are we to judge / When later we enjoy the spring lamb
March
Sodden earth where early crystals sit / As if to say not yet, not yet
A New Spring
Kindnesses done are now fading / Unless we remember them well
Christmas Eve
Hedgehog, bat, owl and fox / Ply their necessary bloody trade
Getting Older
So what if I am dissolving / Does it matter that my muscles turn / That my hair deserts my head / My guts don’t play the youthful gam…
Dough, Dough Regrets
While it is still warm / One slice is not enough
I Miss You
Never with me / Always a click away
Summer Days
Skies so full of grey and black days / Headlights on and wiper days
Now there’s an E in Stress
Well now I’m on Twitter / I’ve started to think / That in feeding the beast / I have started to sink
Life in Stone
Then to uncover ancient charms / Of crystal, grain and colour
One Thursday Night
If I’m lucky a big spare / If I’m not a stony stare.
It’s the Weakend
Let Morpheus hold you in his spell’ / ’Till you should wake up.
WORKING? FROM HOME
What a trial it is to be working from home, / What sad and terrible things
Where have all the blowers gone?
You’ll wait some more for that relief / For which you never paid.
Farewell to Barrow
Half hidden down the leafy lanes / Where the wild woods grow
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