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Going out there is no othercoming back there is no trace.As Eternity comes nearer-clearer,the brackets themselves have a smaller place. Meeting in a far-off futureyou will not recognise my facebut will turn away to your then-close familyin your then-dear corner … Continue reading
Clusters of English “unofficial” roseshave climbed the fence to face the sun.Each in its crimson finery supposesthat it, alone, is the only one. Honeysuckle tangles with its vagrancebramble and lavender, rose and gorse,fills the still air with its golden fragrancethere … Continue reading
The year’s first transcendental rosestands where the self-sown apple grows. No pride at being first is shownnor discontent at standing there alone. Among the rosemary and gorseit is its own and only source. .
November Rose.Pink and white and mauve.Solitary, still,among the rosemary and late autumnal gorse. Sea winds have blown.The first frosts have frozen the short grass.Spring and summer are memories,midwinter an echo in reverse. November Rose for the dying.November Poppies for the … Continue reading