Poem: Edinburgh , 15th July 1995
when in summer brittle leaves fall softly to the ground they are no less beautiful; when sunlight plays upon the laughing currents of the joyful breeze life laughs with them; when alone in this idyllic meadow I beg for the comfort of dear ones, solitude is my sole companion; when all else is done, and night's fluttering veil covers the blue-creased sky, the birds fly home. ---- ------ ------- ------------ --------------- * From Burnt Offerings 1996