30 April 2021
29 April 2021
the first rays in their true colours?
.... the trees tremble.
Is it with a kind of reckless joy
at the gentle light
lapping their leaves
like the very first turn of a tide?
Timid creatures creep out of burrows
and the old crow on the cattle-shed roof
folds his wings and dreams.“
28 April 2021
26 April 2021
“The air turned soft. The flowers rioted on the foothills and along the watercourses and clover bloomed. It was the few days between winter and the dusty summer when the earth held water for a moment, People opened the windows of their houses and let air wash through They looked at the beds of iris and the camas lilies, up and brilliant and gone in a week. “