Dappled Light
The leaves hold whispers the branches understand, and light comes down in gentle hands.
Verse
Poems
Short pieces about light, water, weather and the places that keep turning up.
Nine Hazels
They say nine hazels leaned above the well, and everything they dropped, the water learned.
The Quiet Hour
Between the last of the work and the first of the dark, an hour comes that asks nothing.
Bogland Morning
The bog keeps everything: a shoe, a psalter, a summer's worth of weather.
Winter Hazel
Bare, the tree shows its working — every decision it ever made about the light.
What the River Keeps
A river is the opposite of a hoard. It holds everything by letting it go.