Penny's Poetry Blog

When Summer Comes When summer comes, and when o’er hill and lea The sun’s strong wooing glow hath patiently              Shed o’er the...

In July Why do I make no poems? Good my friend Now is there silence through the summer woods, In whose green depths and lawny solitude...

Sky Song Sky songs written with cloud and light, and numbers, look that up to a point, I see it and the sound echoes off the brick. Q...

from A Calendar of Sonnets July  Some flowers are withered and some joys have died; The garden reeks with an East Indian scent From b...

Summer 1969 The first turn of July heat And I was growing fast Leaning into the sun Like the nascent fan palms sprouting up Through ...

when i was young "When I was young and had no sense  I left my balls on a barbed wire fence."                              ...

  Solitude Surrounded Speaking Of the white ace Of spades in the universe surrounded, using words like mystic and visionary  t...