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 ask you all to gather round my humble flame
And listen to these words and truths that cool the...

Evolution has my
Gratitude for...

when my skin has frayed
and my heart has melted like ice...

Will judges, all, please take the stage,
Drawing a line on this sordid page...

It looked out to sea and charted our course,
It sat in the flowers, the heather and gorse...