A YEAR COMING TO A SNOWY CLOSE.

White lay behind us

White lay either side of us

What lay before us?

AT BOURNEMOUTH, WITH FRIENDS.

Shine down upon us

So we can lift weary heads

And reach for our friends

NIGHT SKY

The night was like day

A full moon so brilliant

As I cycled home

WRITTEN FOR EMMA IN CORNWALL

A new time has come

As you leave footprints behind

In Porthpean sands

SEPTEMBER

September is here

Dropping the apples and leaves

As we each exhale

ON THE TRAIN

The man on the train

Passed the time by licking books

I passed it watching...