Walking Under Edenmore Hill
Random scattered shades of brown, Rarer yellows, more common black hues, What was once a trickle a torrent is now, Rain falls …
Matchsticks in the Wind
Mankind, and what we build, In the rage of nature, no matter how strong, Or how big, but matchsticks in the wind, …
The Snowflake
In a snowstorm, myself I once found With the fields and the trees all white around Dressed in black on this carpet …