Along this garden path

Along this garden path

        King Alfreds float

        in a cold mist of afternoon-

        the only sun.

        Each morning

        new records of minus

        temperatures are set

        and towards dusk

        an insistence on snowdrops

        in the eastern garden

        to adorn the day

        come

        sacred from the soil.

These poems are from my new collection IN THE APRICOT DARKNESS (view the cover and contents below in my recent posts). They are now being published individually, daily under 'recent posts' on my blog and will be available shortly as an eBook that can be read online or downloaded for free.