And at the last

And at the last

when the earth was rain-swollen
and green-soaked, when the dripping leaves
were full of singing birds,

I watched the kestrel skimming the cow parsley,
snails sliding at their stately pace
towards the tenderest leaves,

and the gold in the sky,
how it matched the sodden haystacks
and torched them with sunset fire.

Stilly morning


stilly calm rises

as open-armed

morning grows


dew drops

like silent rain




uncluttered with outliers

reflects the distant ocean


blue too deep to stir

not even swallow wings

disturb its face


water mirror

deep magic waiting for night

and glowing pearls of stars