Michaelmas
The Earth in this our portion cools, the sun yields gentler rays, the atmosphere around us has a different feel from yesterday
Around us
Love of created things, Even the smallest fly, Can be what humanity brings,
Milan, 1497
Chiaroscuro of light and shadow compromised by time's attrition, disciples' faces, pathos of the master foreseeing betrayal of his mission.
From The Earth
A great dark ocean lies beneath us, a sea we draw upon from primal living things, life's essence we extort from rock formations deep down.
Elgar at Birchwood
Horse-drawn over country they arrived, man with the nation's music in his head,
Pipe and String
Push the heavy door, enter into warmth, pass amongst the waiting folk seated in their pews,
Birds at Dusk
There is quiet, the sun has gone down. We are at dusk, and now they come.
The Night Wind
Like a soft drum roll or a bass recorder, the rising moan of a night time wind
What is Heard
For now, words drive us. In this tower of Babel, voices heave in torrents,