I have been reading this book by Frances Horovitz . Andy told me about this poet when we visited sites on the Roman wall the year before last. Some of her poems are about these sites. She writes about nature in the most beautiful way, and her interests mirror mine so closely. Bones, birds, trees, sea, rivers, flowers are all there.
"I follow the passage of waterpetals and debris trapped in the vortices
does the same water flow always?"
(from 'Poem in Spring')
"turn away from the window-in the dawn light the language of birds
is a fine instrument
to lodge in your brain"
(from 'Poem in Spring')
Fablea mirror hangs in the apple tree
'photograph of no one'
says the child
as a wind blows
and sky lies shattered
in the wet grass
