Anthony Di'anno (Yorkshire)
Biography of Anthony Di'anno
I am so small I could pass,
doing the splits,
through a single stitched hole,
in the seam,
of a money spider's purse.
And still not come close to touching the sides.
Yet the love that I hold inside,
threatens to burst through,
the very fabric of the entire universe,
from all directions.
Emerald waters haunt my dreams of late.
Ancient oak hold spring deep within their bough.
Dappled sunbeams chalk crystal streams awake.
Young summer winds tease hare and bare hedgerow.
Emerald waters lay my mind at rest.