dawn-born light . . .
darkness almost colour,
almost praise
October 2013
primal slime . . .
my footprints slurp
after me
blanket of song . . .
the silences shorten
wave by wave
vesper bell . . .
the warmth of a sparrow
letting go
still water . . .
my shadow rises
to the surface
the birth of literacy
childhood cave . . .
she daubs a mammoth kill
with faeces
