Let this be home the house we forever had

A box of lights, a jar of nails

Cat’s bones and feathers

An arm’s length in the chimney

Deep in the garden

The edges wander and blur

Convulus winds through the roses

The Violets drift

Spotting the ditches with colour beyond

The Canal

Some nights the fox slips by

In the blood orange lights

Leaving its kill in the wet pelt in the frost

The bones in the ceanothus becoming dust

The bright lights in the dark velvet sky

The stars shine bright

In the moon ray light

The pink cloud

In the everlasting sun

In this place my everlasting Burnside