There’s a mystery to summer, the shadows fall thick, and who’s to know
who or what lives therein? Are there indeed elves, pixies, or fairies
dancing just out of sight? …
THE SUMMER QUEEN
the woman lives in grass
deep below swaying grains 
she laughs chickweed
sings dandelion clocks
lifts handfuls of Anne’s Lace
above monkshood borders
she carries the scent of mint
under the moon’s white gaze
the pull of valerian
beside flaring fireweed
this elderflower lady
wreathed with goldenrod
To Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.
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