Barnaby Bright

Staring at the painting in the corner of the garden I remember being here with you Underneath a woven roof Of latticed wood and ivy and the hissing summer leaves I was twelve and you thirteen We called this place kissing tree Remember how we found th

February Spring is blowin' in on a chilly morning breeze A cold reminder winter soon will be a memory Branches old and bare await their promised bloom They paint a maze above me to illustrate my gloom February, February reminds me that winter's behin