Something would happen today
that would be determinative.
The determination would be the prerogative
of the Self.
The trees were blue against the morning shine.
The Body of Space
The higher oak branches, spread, were its skeleton,
and its flesh was astonishing.
Come, love of mine, I said, and walked my black dog
right down the middle of the road
ahead of me,
The Invisible Train
By our timelessness, rails passed,
and sometimes we would hear them.
A Scream of A Vixen
A witch of spring in the dusky wood.
Who will stay, who will leave?