Daily Archives: July 5, 2016

for Anne Cluysenaar A honey sun, the cease of gnawing wind so we seize the day, unleash ourselves in the country park, gaze at flowers inscribed To Dad lying on a bench. They summon a huge bee to their pink and yellow freesia bells. Dreamily, I too enter the nectar-laden chambers and feed. Turning away, we follow the droghte of March track to the water garden where snowdrops are fading, daffodils are… Read More