Cloud, conifer, wet root And black earth accompany a Solitude the song sparrow Cheerily disrupts at my tread. Tower you, a textured text Of mountain, season over season. Drawing deeper breath The inner thud slows. How long since you were a sapling?
Dockside I overheard the sunset Conversation of women young enough To call Eve mother. Swallows spoke on waves while Father and son fished in other tongues. Here babbles a broad lexicon, every gloss In agreement lapping.
What has drifted down you, embanked in Emerald guard? All manner, all members Of this scape – the boat, the boy, the leaf, the legend Long untold, unwritten by ash and spark. What has drifted down you, silty reach, But the bedrock of our story? Where new tribes beat Battery’d drums and oarsmen count theRead more
If I am to grow old, let me grow up And stretch from shade to sun Where buds expand to greater green Fit for moth and maid and man.
I live on the river and you the sea, Joined by all that runs in all, Fresh rush and roar, ever on the ebb, Each drop lost without the other, Arterial to the bitter end.
The quiet loves the cold It follows where she wanders. And in their union Sound and touch conceive the mist Outgrowing both, another sense As sight is added to the clan. Last of all the snow arrives By night, heavyweight and silent And all we thought we knew looks new. The Fort is as quietRead more
The geese have been taking off from Bedford channel the past few weeks. Sometimes they fly right down the centre of Glover Road, like some natural parade hailing the arrival of winter, alerting any tourist who’s yet to acknowledge it and bundle up. Seeing them take flight from the river reminds me of a plainRead more
“Well, time passed slowly. Rudolf existed as best he could…during all that time, a strange and wonderful thing happened: Rudolf was growing up….And pretty soon he knew where he had to go: home.” -Rudolf, The Red-Nosed Reindeer New Breath. A couple of years ago I visited a friend who lives in Hawaii. He offered meRead more
“Come in and know me better, man!” -The Ghost of Christmas Present, A Christmas Carol King who? A friend of mine got married last year. Part gift and part excuse for a father-son trip, his dad took him on an excursion many people only dream of. A month or so before the wedding they hoppedRead more
Hobo: “What exactly is…is your persuasion on the Big Man, since you brought him up?” The Boy: “Well, I… I want to believe… but…” Hobo: “But you don’t want to be bamboozled. You don’t want to be led down the primrose path! You don’t want to be conned or duped. Have the wool pulled overRead more