The poems in Keepsake arrive as bounties from nature. They sing to experiences of love, friendship, art, childhood and ageing. Moving from the wetland meadows of the west of Ireland to the rugged surrounds of the River Dodder in Dublin, and further afield to Europe and beyond, they delight in catching the heightened, close to hallucinatory effects of time spent in the presence of wild and wilding, while yet communicating a punchy and palpable sense of the modern world - and ourselves with it - as being charmed, chaotic, and fleeting.

The shadow of annihilation hovers. Indeed, certain poems present the earth as post-apocalyptic yet somehow continuing, while others posit the idea and consequence of the narrator surviving in a 'ghost life' after his own death. All the poems show fidelity to - and echo the wonder of - our existence, what Philip Larkin calls 'the million-petalled flower of being here'. Ultimately they bear testament to the dream nature of everything, the gift of this once and once only world that animates us.