by Joe Winter | Apr 11, 2019 | Poems, Page Torn from a Diary
A Miracle THE JOURNEY High in Scotland I walked on a snow path over a ridge of hills. The going was deep and in the bare sky I looked round and saw no-one. Acres of snow: here and there a fence: a long way away trees. I remember the picture and my uncertainty as...
by Joe Winter | Apr 20, 2019 | Poems, Page Torn from a Diary
The Other Side of the Hill O bird flying through mist O rain glinting lightly on the grass I walk in the untarnished town of nature where flies dance leisurely and cunning above dark princely plantain where there is swap and change, and the road goes on through hurt...
by Joe Winter | Apr 20, 2019 | Poems, Page Torn from a Diary
Leap Year on Gipsy Hill Down Gipsy Hillsomething was saidno hasteners could hear. It was the trees that spokecurving-cleareach one the sky’s firm masterlight brownand framed like a harp. Each one sounded the miststunedas an instrument of fine voicein a light air. On...
by Joe Winter | Apr 20, 2019 | Poems, Page Torn from a Diary
All Day . . . All day I have seen snow falling. In a cold suburb south of the river I saw it, and pastel patches of pale blue grass beyond it; acres of trees and arches of houses against it. All day I have seen snow falling. All day I have heard birds calling; against...
by Joe Winter | Apr 20, 2019 | Poems, Page Torn from a Diary
Among Dusk’s Voice It is in slanting shadows and the light scatter of rain; and evening’s hood that fits down, squeezing the town into its night… it is near where I am. The night admits an aimless hearkening – and all around in the dark lateness is a sound, a cry, a...
by Joe Winter | Apr 20, 2019 | Poems, Page Torn from a Diary
Coming To Oh sun, return in this small circular garden of the morning with soft light burn through rain on stone…rub out a yearning ignorance. Now motor-bikes purring deep behind me, pigeons crooning, pecking the ground – I have ditched sleep now, with the morning...
