-
newly risen
soft-petaled, frost-dressed
morning’s ghosts -
a long white shiver
in the storm-wracked garden
one hundred new snowdrops -
twice-named
white shouldered
watch me
hold it all together
the golden embroidery -
in the wet garden
new
velveted
magnolia buds -
Blossom
A dream of you; the garden
The light dew on the tall grass
The white blossoms on your back
I want to walk the long roads
to the old quiet places
to the room where you are sleeping
I want to fill your house with flowers.
-
Winchelsea
Here, in my hand, a photo
of you and I together
at the lookout, the undercroft.
We gaze across the marshes
at the rough wall of stones
hiding the promise of the sea.
Listen, my dear,
the blind girl sings to you;
conjures up soft music.
A song of your birth
in gunboat skies,
a wash of sound and light
an infant rainbow. -
The Infantas
marsh-swans
the grand infantas
their wide white farthingales
stiff-winged encumbrances -
from your subtle hand
my gift
sharp and bright
as a diamond -
Roses
visiting the scene
of past misdemeanors
the night sky, the wet grass
the roses
the only witnesses -
lone pigeon flying
faster than he intended
thoughts of a storm