The road to leafless poplars

        The road to leafless poplars

        runs through

        a mid-winter afternoon

        to where a yellow tractor

        paints a green hill brown

        and there are brief showers

        that glaze the dark highway

        Further on emboss

        the water tank

        close to the solstice

        high-tension wires hum

        a kind of lament for light

        amongst some wet

        bedraggled trees

        an old man stoops after firewood

        night follows after his steps

        like an ending

                               pen and wash.

 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.