You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
Now you have made a great day.
As sleep draws curtains over Cassie’s mind
Sweet and lasting things are left behind...
About the centre of the small loo window
Leaves of every ivy-colour frame
The bold obtrusion of an autumn sun...
