MY POEMS

The haze of the heat can effect the mind, they say. It had not yet accomplished this on me, as the heat wanes. “The beginning is the most...

Everything is richer in the heat - the colours, the sounds, the light. Surprises seem to lurk around the corner, our senses dilapidated...

The shimmering heat touches the grass to brown and the trees shade still having drunk deep. Luxuriant in heat the shadows creep and...