by phillipw | Oct 31, 2019 | CL
Climate, Strange Can you remember when the daffodils Meant spring was on the way? Each yellow drift Beside the bank or just beneath the hill’s Slope gave the eye and soul a gold bright lift. That doesn’t happen now. We remember How promise of revival made us new...
by phillipw | Aug 12, 2019 | BR, CL
He’s Out of Place Here He’s out of place here, looks like he’s a fan Of Manchester United, one who stands Among the other scarf-draped blokes. A man With snub nose, eyebrows thick like black iron bands Is reading here. A sloping forehead, small...
