December 2006 Rest thy head on my pillow, weary warrior of old- Long was my waiting and bitter my years. And I’ve poured thee a drink made of winds soft and cold, And the dance of the snowflakes, and a lover’s vain tears. Long was my waiting and bitter my years.   Close thy eyes, my bold soldier, in this cold wintry night, While the cruel snow devours all that’s peaceful and glad. But I’ve woven a blanket made of youthful delight, And the chant of the forests, and the full mo

Explanation                         November 2006        You are a candle burning bright       Lit by the gods inside my heart.      You...

The Seasons Suite....or a love story in five acts.       The end of winter                                           February 2006   The...