CONTENTS
| Page | |
| THE MEDITATION OF A LOVER | |
| I can just see the distant trees | 9 |
| WOODLANDS | |
| Pine needles cover the silent ground: | 10 |
| PASTURELANDS | |
| We scurry over the pastures | 11 |
| THE POND | |
| Shrill green weeds | 12 |
| THE ORCHARD | |
| Grotesque patterns of blue-grey mould | 13 |
| APRIL | |
| To the fresh wet fields | 14 |
| THE WOODMAN | |
| His russet coat and gleaming axe | 15 |
| HARVEST HOME | |
| The waggons loom like blue caravans | 16 |
