There was frost on the deck this morning My Love. A winter coat of crystalline fur Covering the wood with premonition of winter. I shuffled carefully to My Spot at the end of the empty pool, And sat and stretched, Feeling muscles tense and release their way Into the solo start of my day. The sun was high. Flying through a cloudless sky, I reached for it At its zenith over my hatless head. Cold fingers empty, it was instead Captured in a million shards of light Lazily floating

From cushioned seat... I watch the battle-fought treasure of rich dark soils rush by, Endless acres of life sustaining grains stretching...

I will away before you wake, A weary journey to partake. As you lift and shake your head, Your dusty hold... I will have fled As from...

I do not fear and yet I weep, Too much undone before I sleep. Bomb, you coward, Burn and break My country for your ego’s sake As clouds...