1/6/07:
Such a warm winter!
I can't help feeling glad – though
the country's still dry.
8/6/07:
I come to bed late.
Both the cats stir and greet me.
The man doesn't wake.
11/6/07:
It's June eleven.
Four decades ago we wed.
Now you are a ghost.
21/6/07:
Midwinter.
Tonight the moon will be
exactly half full.
28/6/07:
Oh! sudden swallows
deceived by warm winter
quickening the air.
© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2007
