Early Works

There were no pumpkins, no tricks, no treats, This Halloween. No dancing to haunting music, just a ghostly silence, In the clinging black graveyard night, Where memories and people were in another spirit world. The moon was on a day

I shall stoop to fill your basket with summersunshine Ans in stooping So I shall learn to bend, Ans as the sun filters through the trees Ans warms the earth, So my love shall warm The earthiness of your desire,