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
You looking sad across the table
And me wishing I were able
To make some mirth have birth in those blue eyes...
The tree – again! – it’s roaring white
Firing snow into the air
Lean long branches flash, declare...
