TO THE HARBOURMASTER (thanks Frank) 

I am still here, anchored in the bay.…

A LIFE ALPHABET RHYME

A is for apple, shiny and bright

B is for bat, who flies in the night.

C is for cow, munching on hay

D is for dragonfly, hunting its prey.

E is for eggs, snug in the nest

F is for flea, an unwelcome guest

G is for grasshopper, buzzing its call

H is for hedgehog, who rolls in a ball.

I is for iris, a flag in the breeze

J is for jellyfish, floating in seas.

K is for kingfisher, skimming the stream

L is…

Some transparencies of Spring

Some of my hopes have air in them -

Polluting and renewing;

They are inhabited by light breezes and hurricanes

Erratically, like prayer flags

On a Himalayan hillside;

A photon spectrum like daggers and gifts, like galaxies.

My hopes grow quietly after winter chills;

So many bulbs gently budding through cold earth

Trigger my cynical self, as I hold down the…

A mass of granite thrust up

Through the schists and gneiss of lower hills;

Planed down by the ice cap;

Split, shattered and scooped

By frosts, glaciers and the strength of running water.

Its strong flight haunts not precipice, but plateau –

One summer day, your ear catches the plover-like cry –

You pause and watch – no bird is there;

You move softly towards the sound,

And in a moment, one bird, then another,

Rises…