They’re often more relatable than, say, poems about love and loss. We spend all our lives passing by and living in nature, but we rarely take the time to appreciate its beauty, let alone put it ...
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced - fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle ...