REBECCA JAYNE (2 yrs of age)   Observing the precarious existence of household plants   swiftly followed by the sideways glance at buttered scones –   aroused by appetites

 FELL FALL     Mist mellows, swathes the bracken waste, moves mountains and retrieves   a shadow of their former state – a throbbing sigh, veiled certainty.   Prey to this cold allure t

  SEPTEMBER SONG     Time past time yet to be Discovered. I gaze out Across the hills, the scene changes   Image merges into image. The clouds devour The openness; still it is growing No-one can captu