Oh, for a burst of morning light!That it shone half as bright as it shone on that first of Mayto deepening delight.  Oh, for a breath of early spring,beyond imaginingthat blew in through my chimney breastand left me wondering  Where, for a hair or hint of daymust our hope and dreams strayuntil they find a place... Continue Reading →

I watched the lapwings in their courtship dancecomplete romancein early May I watched the grey seals basking on the rockswhile seagull flocksflew squawking by I smelled the seaweed on the ebbing tidesome five miles wideand wished to stay Here where the sky is bluer than the seaand I am freeto dream all day.

These baby daysI risesee sunlight in your eyesthe brightest smileand each day's a surprise. So much to learnin turnI'm learning something, too— each day's a giftas precious as it's true And all the whileyou smilethough often there are tearswith each new wondersorrow disappears. I'm grateful forthis timethese days of song and rhymewhipped up by winds—... Continue Reading →

Through these bowers of blissthrough this time-tunnel of my liferevisiting the gardens of childhoodsacred gardensmilkthistle and hardwoodwith dandelion seeds blowing here and therebirdsong and bees'-humand blooms unfolding everywhere though walled and gatedprivate and secludedstill leading onto open riverbanks whose golden waters flow like hymns of thanksdown to the Solway seaI'm free, I'm freeand come here only for to... Continue Reading →

…And all the world looks different when you walkand all the land becomes a whisperingof bent seagrass which bows towards the shoreand bright beach flowers' bold awakening.When the march of time is measured by your stepsand the sun's progress across the arching sky,by the pulse, the heartbeat and intake of breathwhich chart our course towards... Continue Reading →

In the Woodrow through the meadow from the Sluice down to the seafurther than all the miles I've walkedthese words will carry me  Past the harbourhard, I labourto reach that distant headlandover the crumbling crags and cliffsto rest upon the sand In the eveningwith the weavingof the tide, seaweed and shorefrom coast to coast, or east to... Continue Reading →