When I behold the blossom hues of spring
My eyes unfurl into the buds of hope...

Tho' I have aged, her grave appears as new;
Instilled in time with time that stole her youth...

If I could shrink an ailing body piece
then from my chest dilute the torrid pain...

A cluster of engraved birches
personifies a love of old...

(I)
No lovelier of cause has pen to write...

Slip away, 'tis okay
After all the years you've seen...

A brisk haze lingers on the Somme before daybreak
Silhouettes parade in ritual fashion...

She was never one for churches;
the incense smells, clanging bells...

Rubies are on my mind
as falling leaves dress ochre meadows and strips...

Scattered patches of broken clouds direct sight to...
Chilly showers - chilly winds; rustling leaves...

Those whimper wails - those windy moans
Nostalgic beasts it trails of sombre undertones...

Azure noon skies over Swan Valley,
a pearly patched luster of cloud...