Brian Taylor has been a Poet and Philosopher in Cornwall, England and the Far East.
Tag Archives: privet
AND ASHES TO ASHES
Mingled dust of privet and rose petalsswept by the windgathered into cracks and empty spacesalong the bottom of the wall. Mingled dust of hopes and memoriesswept by the mindgathered into cracks and empty spacesalong the bottom of us all. .
Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle Tagged ashes, cracks, dust, empty spaces, hopes, memories, mind, privet, rose petals Leave a comment
HERE (AND NOW)
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
Posted in Gnomonic Verses Tagged bramble, foxgloves, Here and Now, honeysuckle, lavender, living world, privet, roses, shamrock Leave a comment