spring sunshine
a hovering crow skims
its beak in the lakeBlithe Spirit - 9/4 1999
winter evening
his shadow at the window
suddenly movesPresence No. 7 - June 1998
early this year
that same small clumpof blue croci
apologising
as she brushes my arm
with flowersSnapshots No. 2 - 1998
cool spring rain...
at the rainbow’s end
the local barPresence No. 10 – Autumn 1999
late evening…
in the glass building
the town reflected
in pouring rain
for a moment I stop
to view the blossom
awaiting service…
at the bar i seem
to be invisible
city café
a boy looks puzzled
by the fish knife
a brisk wind…
a pigeon puts its foot
on a slice of bread
the polished hearsestarts to backup—a shiverruns down my spine
along the left bank
as we enter the station
a strip of sweet peas
low-lit street
a startled fox scurries off
looking back twice