Deep under the sandstone outcrop
lies the Wizard of the Edge.
His alert gaze has encompassed eras.
His company of riders and their steeds... more »
The motorway din fades
Filtered by aspen and alder.
And signs of autumn are hinted... more »
If I Were An Artist
If I were an artist,
My subject would be
The time of day when the world
Sheds its light.... more »
Skylark sings with drum-roll wings,
Kestrel hovers in silent air.
King cup and campion
Raise dusty heads midst wayside tare.... more »