and in the shop…
“Where the Hares Are”
“Learning to Breathe”
“Fosdyke and Me and Other Poems”
Stairwell Books and Fighting Cock Press
High on the Wolds is where the hares are.
I see them from the long lanes, running,
or listening, ears erect,
alive beneath the wide sky.
They span the fields in Spring
and once, I watched them box, twist, jump,
as the late sun fingered them with gold,
my journey enriched, fired, blessed;
that moment banked in the place whence images return,
a bright memory on drear days, lifting the heart,
alive again on the chalk hills.