MY POEMS

The cloud obscures the sun and the pleasant warm is a relief. "The light touched something green in the window corner and made it a lump...

As the sun starts to find his feet, we run for the shade. "Every man carries with him through life a mirror, as unique and impossible to...

The sun shines on again, an inevitability reassuring and gay. "For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be...