POEMS

the oak is cut down

sitting in the green garden

new tender sprouting

 

when the skies turn blue

we wait for white butterflies

in the poppy field

 

when shadows are long

the spiders’ thread is silver

caught between thistles

 

the clouds are vanished

when daisies lean to the dun

one broken hammock

 

The home of writer Bronwen Griffiths