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The call of Spring

Out of Africa the home sickness is stirring summons of a sometime stranger to a near mythic land temptation of temperate mornings in a Spring mist where white flowers froth the criss-cross patterned lanes there I’ll perch and wait for the call in the key of C minor he’ll begin to cook and coo… Continue Reading “The call of Spring”

Glory be

Out in the courtyard, fruit trees are in flower. After the clean blue-greys of winter, there is something faintly lurid about the blooms. And yet these are pastels. Perhaps it’s the profusion of pinks and whites making an exhibition up and down the branches that appears unseemly, out of context, in this place of quietude.… Continue Reading “Glory be”