Poems:         Sand on the wind  Sand on the wind Better solitude than the hills Once on the beach no one else for three hours How good this empty world feels  With Dawn's twilight hour  Gentle white sand On the wind  Makes beautiful crazy patterns Around the anti-invasion poles On the mud-flat and marsh I dressed to keep warm Needn't have bothered The weather's not harsh Just extra weight On an April-like date Back in civilisation Forresians are spring-like today The winter mind-set is astray After I'm home I find All the crocus bulbs out Brings to mind My earth-warming fear Even earlier still this year Mother Nature I'll take your gift That appeared so swift Your dazzling colour Such happy violet and yellow     February 2000 Poem index My Home Page