Head in the air, feet on the ground, gardens, household objects, frogs, dogs, birds, kites and a host of other flora, fauna, rocks and stones find their place in the fertile mind of a poet, painter, sculptor and musician who has lived long enough to accumulate wisdom.
Sometimes the messages offer perceptions that have never been seen so clearly before, sometimes they hint at the elusive just out of reach or sight. Always, though “possibilities beckon”, and the little poems, haiku of an individual, invented kind, frequently offer metaphysical graspings both in the philosophical sense and in the way the metaphysical poets yoked the seemingly disparate into perfect sense.