It seemed the kind of life we wanted ( Read more... )

When Cook came ashore here, his heart rose ( Read more... )

Up on the downs the red-eyed kestrels hover ( Read more... )

All afternoon my brothers and I have worked in the orchard ( Read more... )

Above me, wind does its best
to blow leaves off
the aspen tree a month too soon.
No use wind. All you succeed
in doing is making music, the noise
of failure growing beautiful.

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What field-forms can be in the small light-decisions ( Read more... )

The hill pasture, an open place among the trees ( Read more... )

Silent are the woods, and the dim green boughs are ( Read more... )

Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland ( Read more... )