Garden of the Sun
There were peaches, there were apples, in that
poetry
I sing
I scorn the dead who drowned
Time and the Rock
Time and the rock are ever on the move;
Colour Notes for a Water-Colour Impression of Autumn Leaves
Singed orange;
Autumn Sunset Song
I shall weave me a song
Sunset, Moonrise
The sun crashed into the mountains
Circa 1961
Niobe rode down Main Stree on the back of a convertible,
Poet
All her leaves were little grasses
Compromise
One shares a joke, a handclasp or a peach.
Again with Music
Now that the rain is spent,
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