Thursday, 31 December 2009
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Class of 1967-1968. Linda sitting at left.
I Who All The Winter Through.
In the bent and broken grasses where the frost has starched the trees.
Something white and spectral passes through the December days.
With a sun all rouged and lazy as an actor drunk on stage.
Hardly designs to make the daylight now the old year turns the page.
White Hart, captured in a clearing watchful in the forest fern.
With the winter soistice nearing searching for the sons of Herne.
For the moment, nothing's stirring in a birless, silent sky.
Just a breathless camera whirring while the creature passes by.
Vanishing beyond the trees in December days like these.