Monthly Archives: November 2015

Tramuntana

The moon again Pitched low Through my northern window. It lights my bed The Tramontana Oak leaves shimmer. A deep voiced wind High in the trees From the North. A dry cold Racing for warmth To torment the sea. It … Continue reading

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The Middle Ground

It sweeps along Everything follows Drawn in its wake. The few leaves In the dying wind Who plays the pipe? Winter’s cold Touching leaves The tomatoes will no longer ripen. Inside the fire The sunlight catches the smoke How slowly … Continue reading

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The sea again

The bow drawn across the strings Flays flesh to the bone Heart loses hope for tomorrow. How still the air Smoke rises This very morning. A rock is enough To guide the way Somewhere else. Cut wood, split wood Oak’s … Continue reading

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No Calculation

Winter comes on In violets and hepatica Yet a butterfly! The jays contest The robins patrol The distant woodpecker taunts. A bumblebee A wasp A lizard slides across a rock. How difficult it is In this long sun To cut … Continue reading

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While Making Bread

The low sun Warms the dough The tang of yeast! The fire gutters Murmuring Waiting for the bread. A bird on the roof Acorns roll The water butt – plop! So many things Each with a word Speaking world. Gathering … Continue reading

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The Calm of the Storm

Truth will hurt itself It always does For when you take a scalpel There will only ever be blood. It is To say anything Simply. What is said Must never Be put into words. The armadas shredded sails Branched shattered … Continue reading

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