Shift

She shifts from foot to foot, her hair, hands, smile all aflutter. But her eyes are deep and dark and steady.

Only the rain

The only sound, only sensation, is rain beating on rooftops, windows, umbrellas and on the first daffodils, palely bobbing, their heads more bowed than usual.

A brilliant dusk

At dusk, the sky briefly flashes pink, orange, yellow against the weeks-old, glowering grey.

Puffy

The small girl in the lilac-coloured puffy jacket tips back her head and spreads her arms: a Spring flower opening.

Slow motion

They all walk so slowly, today on the bridge. Or am I walking faster and faster?

Author event

The famous writer has all the austere charm, the steady, dusty vivacity, of his books.

Reading on the bus

Much like the bus, the poem jerks and sways around its own axis as it moves forward on the page.