Horizon

'There are only trees on this winter scene <br>Their upward pointing leafless twigs are <br>Shrill with the calm of loveliness <br>And the Sun laughs down baleful with a bleary smile.' <br>A book of poetry with imagery and concepts polished over a lifetime of intellectual inquiry. At 58 years old it is Cavendish's first collection of poetry and represents the start of his career rather than the end.