Found my brother again, in a picture he did long ago

Pastoral is a poem about doubt. Assumptions. A touch of Frost, too. 

We all live in invented spaces (I assume).

Power is about imposing one's own space on another's.

Haven't got the right photo yet, but here's a Winter Spell

We had some clear days in mid-November.

The autumn light and trees of northern Scotland supplied a good reason for airing Clutch, Wherever I go, I go.