Gazing Hare

Dust devil dervishes Follow the gazing hare Running through the long grass Running through the heather Running through the in between where sky and water meet Misty fingers creep across the land Like the tide coming in, the ebb and flow Like the heart of country lost in city grey Rain follows, stilling the dust…

The Umbrella

What’s the point of an umbrella Held over a soaking head by a stranger On a very wet day That ship has sailed, surely This body could not be any wetter Were it to jump in a swimming pool So, what’s the point of an umbrella   To share a shelter with someone who has…