While there is still time

No Road Since we agreed to let the road between us Fall to disuse, And bricked our gates up, plan...

More than the flowers of spring, the new leaves, much dearer, little children. The Trees The trees are coming into leaf Like somethin...

The Mower The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. ...