at 50
much to my surprise
my muse
takes on a definitely
human shape
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- gazingat a basket fullof lemonsafter one moredisap...
- the hillsin a mist of rainsoftlythe truth spokenin...
- a line of trees -beyond the fifth the world become...
- blown to us herein our safely sheltered baythe sou...
- even though I knowthat we may never meetI hopemy w...
- even though I knowthat spring follows winterafter ...
- can't think ofanything we havein commona white bir...
- passing throughthe town wherewe first metthe pale ...
- a mothfrom the shadeof a curtain foldthe memory of...
- the evening sunshimmersin a child's paddling pools...
- this senseof something missing -the placewhere the...
- just a dreamthat faded as dreams dobut halfaythrou...
- a hot wind through the long grasswhisperingto the ...
- in the wavering lightof a candle lit much earlierf...
- old diariesin my desk drawerI'm surprised to findt...
- Easter moonat the front doorbut the gardenis lit b...
- after the sound of our voices the rain falling qui...
- at last understanding that summer has gone the way...
- heavy clouds pass over without rain we talk delibe...
- wordsI never saidto youthe song of a birdin a bitt...
- moonlighton wavesthe ebb and flowof the sea that j...
- wakingfrom one more dreamof your absenceI reach ou...
- newsof a pre-emptive strikeout of the nightthe cla...
- a flock of starlingsbank and turn abovethe setting...
- recalling your silenceas I pass through a valleyfu...
- closingthe bedroom windowto keep outthe new coolne...
- the chainthat joins the white boatto the seadrawn ...
- sunon the sea betweendark cloudsthe tiredness in y...
- froston dry leavesbrittle with agethe gentlest tou...
- the accusationin your voice as we exchangepolite e...
- watchingthe storm tossed treesthrough glassafraid ...
- its no useasking them to stopthey're pitilesstrees...
- older nowI dream that you stillsing to meand that ...
- a few wordswith a stranger passingon this roadever...
- a ringaround the moontonightmissing something that...
- dreamed of himagain last nightthat manwhose faceI ...
- for years nowhe's been pretendingit's too lateto d...
- Mutus Liber
- having fallenall that we can do ishopethat we canl...
- a flashof lightning thenthe long waitfor the cormo...
- pale blossomswirled by a chill windin the rose bed...
- another dayhas passedwithout a wordI trim the dry ...
- a small shellfrom another summerspirals aroundwhat...
- I would havegivenanythingbut you chosefreedom
- windscreen wipersbrush aside the evening rainsome ...
- tattered remnantsof something caught upin the wire...
- on the telephonewe talk ofemailhow easy it isto hi...
- you tell meall your news and thatyou're happy nowi...
- the winter sunenough to melta hard frostwhy do use...
- looking outof an old photographmy younger selfgive...
- outsidea bird is singing withoutpause for breathan...
- the wayhis hair falls -for a momentI forgethis age
- the early daffodilswere beaten to the groundif I c...
- shirtless and white skinnedin the first real heat ...
- halfwaythrough the last daythe dull sky darkenstow...
- first nightunder the winter quiltdreamingof someon...
- winter almost overI rewind the film to seethe whit...
- wakingfrom a dream of flyingI wonderwhat I might h...
- the most casualof gestures can betraya tendernesss...
- it never lifted metoo high - an inch at the mostju...
- if I had wingsI would landin a flurry of featherso...
- I was fallingbut someone caught meand brought meev...
- If I could share it with youbreaking itby handif n...
- a summer showershivering the surfaceof the seaand ...
- their argumentends in silencebeside the war memori...
- writing on eggshellsrecording words on skinwith a ...
- the sunand moon and starsare all just picturesin a...
- a leafin autumn, drying outtakes on a twistthat re...
- something's missingbut maybe I will find iteven ye...
- dear museeven in the dark hoursthe birdyou awakene...
- at 50much to my surprisemy musetakes on a definite...
- the pausesin her sideof the argumentwe pass throug...
- I want to takethis crude ache and twist itbend it,...
- wantingand not wantingto knowhow the storyends
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