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...

Black bull stands steaming
in the daylight...

It wasn't wind or misty roads
That led me from your path...

~~~
All through the woods and twixt the brooks...

have a party for me when I am gone,
happy in the knowledge that I...

unhappily, I
feel their presence more keenly...