Phyllis Jones is a passionate and nostalgic poet of this countryside, whether of Wales, where she has lived for many years, or her Cornish homeland; she observes intimately and acutely nature’s multitudinous effects upon the scenes around her. Her collection is to be savoured, and enjoyed over and over again. It is the fruits of a life, deeply felt and presented with great sensitivity for us all to experience.
I had written
of new thoughts like silver willow buds
ready to burst into life with the spring,
singing and warm, touching, tentative
as tendrils curling;
dreams in the drenched leaf-moulded soil
were not credible.
Taken from: 'Turning Leaves'