the wind is a whistler of songs
going about its secret work

synchronised providence
despite the machinations of Man
is the giving heart of all Being.

you can scupper, wreck with war, do all you can to destroy,
but in the end puny creatures
it is impossible to stop the 'Will of Love'.

i stare to sea where autumn's night-winds tease
and sea waves crash and run with all their fire,
i feel a sense of rest that doesn't tire,
caught up in sea-rose reds and heady breeze
and like the fiery waves and sea-blown trees
this love of flames that once burnt with desire
now nothing seems, all fallen though once higher
than love's sweet dream that waking quickly flees!
oh, love's sweet dream! the metronome-like waves
beat like a pulse, a love of moon and tide,
the whispered song has faded, bitter-sweet
and drowsy as the water near my feet,
magnolia now blooms near these old graves
and i no longer yearn to be his bride.

the company of shadow
- a gentle ease

she comes around-
for long winter stay-

welcome as daffodils
in full bloom

in the dark earth
where love hides

a new song;
We love you child-



as the Sun
loves the Moon.

Golden seams hard to mine
deep down in the heart of things;
ancestral stirrings, and deeper still;
a moments reflection within a star;
Sun poets before the first dawn.