The crunch of frost gave way beneath my feet
As the morning sun fought off the stubborn mist...

To breathe in woe and then bemoan the...
Can bring no kind of sympathy or peaceful rest...

When lilies and dahlias
thrived on my grief...

~~~~~
My muses are the furrowed fields...

...I am amputated from reality,
and pain-drenched wailings swim...

the ring he wore was
the only monogamy...

I wear your fingerprints on my lips,
and you have mine on your hips...

~~~
In that little meadow, we would sit and would...

aching bones prove that
having children does not keep...

~~~
open meadows dressed...