how can eating grass

on the wild and lonely isles

make a horse

 time and again in

the rain showers of my mind

it seemed to be

 say that again

i went for a swim to cure my cold

but i lost my voice

 that tree

growing in the ruins

who planted it

 coracles

the miracles 

of the salmon run

 dejected

they have gone and left me

with this poem

 fish bone thought

that one is not immortal 

after all that

 the exuberance 

of a garlic walk

after rain

 kneeling

in a garden of peace

say thank you

 may

the wisteria thickens

summer did it

 the sea

sometimes it is choppy 

sometimes calm

 it’s time 

all aboard the dandelion 

release the spring