Fragments

While your leaping time is here fragments, collect them everywhere,
as youth the pebble shine from shore,
fine, as for a connoisseur,
as minstrels the softest song from air,
as jackdaws golden things to store.

When your leaping time is through find these fragments, weave them new,
weave them clear as morning dew as song, as shawl, as shroud for you.

Fragments is the first book in a series of four that also includes: The Dreamers & Lost Voices, Letters and Conjectures & Museum Musings, and Tales and Truths.

'These collections of poetry came about almost spontaneously and kept me engaged and happy at a time when many options were closing on me due to illness. Many are the uses of adversity.' (Elizabeth Barnes)