Summers of larks bred sun-tornwilderness flowers all round my colourful homeand scented dialect of childhoodstill utters recollections of well-trodden..
Summer draws up its knees once autumn's chill breezesrustle new oceans of spent leaves,drooping nasturtiums that setting fire to bloomless seascolour ..
Bent trees are sure proof of persistent stormswhich batter against their best defences,incessant blowing off-course, no warningahead from gales, yet d..
I chased this eveningevening's fade in sunset clouds,silver tin-foiled filigreetied to grey-as-granite mountains.Tinted skirts of hazydaytime's late f..