A love in verse

Blossom White – for Alison

Performed by

The tree – again! – it’s roaring white

Firing snow into the air

Lean long branches flash, declare: 

‘The word, the world, is white’ Delight

In overcoming glints of green

Within its depths, it will be seen

And seen as snow and blossom white.

The coming evening, easing wind

Fails to calm the boughs sequinned

With blossom – till another night

And sleep curtains you from our sight

And then we dream – of blossom white. 


You Are Here

You are here 

The walls lose the sun, the last shard

Of light caught beneath the eaves...

No Doubt

Here the powdered snow falls fast

Like drops of doubt onto our faith

It does not settle, cannot last...