The sorriest sight
That I can remember:
A ripened blueberry
Unpicked in December
Nature
An Ounce of Spring
In each of his smiles,
There’s one ounce of spring
I should like to discover
What summertime brings
M Theory
Thoughts are things
Interlacing strings
Sacred vibrations
Imaginations
Dawn
Winter’s ennui
Became spring’s élan
If he was my dusk,
Surely you are my dawn
Seeds
My darling, one law
I’m afraid you don’t know;
If you deny nature
You’ll reap what you sow
malarky musings 