Here is another poem engendered in St Giles’ Churchyard, a fruitful source of inspiration, like St Mary’s.
Despite the recent rains the fallen leaves
Are crisp and curly in the October sun
That lights the churchyard, and I find anew
My old delight in crushing them against
The paths on which I tread my way towards
The death of winter, as I hope for yet
Another spring in less than five months’ time
To bring new life to a still fallen world.