Leaves on the floor, puddles and bits of the branches of trees, and in the puddle’s reflections of me, a happy me as I…

On the edge of the city, on the edge, the countryside calls to the city, and tries to entice it with its beauty, and…

On the beach at night, such beautiful stars do shine in thine eyes, and so glorious and bright on the beach at night, where…

On my own, alone, with the wind, and the sun, on my own alone outdoors, with no wish to run, on my own alone,…

On a rainy night, intellectually on fire, oh, such desire, passion amongst the few, a glorious few, intellectuals too, gathered in a group, as…

On angels’ wings, she lifts me up as she sings, my love, my love who stands before me, and it is as if a…

On aching feet, I survey the land, I take in the scenery, I take in the trees, and the rivers and the streams, and…

In a pub on a rainy day in August, with a million thoughts going through my mind, I, stare out the window, and I…

On a long-distance telephone line, I hear your voice, and my imagination it runs wild, you with your soft voice, and your intellect, your…

Old London town, from Big Ben and Parliament, to Buckingham Palace, to the murky brown fast flowing Thames, flowing endlessly from its source of…