Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: frost
Coral dust blowsoff the white beachonto the slatted table. Overhead, a trellisof brown wood and green leavesand, pushing through, dense clustersof pink and whiteLadies’ Finger Nails,sweet scented with a trace of lime. An orchestra of cicadas,the rustling of a milliontiny … Continue reading
Christ Church meadowis awash with driving rainand a wind which bites the skinand chills the blood within.Its paths are sticky, yellow mud.And the Cherwell, brown and dull,slips ever higher.Ducks, moorhens, squirrels endure it.As they endure frost and iceand the teeth … Continue reading