Bluebell Wood

Two lovers walked in Bluebell Wood
And said the words that lovers should,
And did the things that lovers do,
When all the world is green and blue.

8th April 1990

In the high pasture

In the high pasture
The winter snows are melting,
The streams carry my love
Down to you in the valley.

For Judy, March 1981
Schloss Kasseg, Austria

Blessings

So fade the lilies, their miracle complete,
And all their baroque fantasies of form and scent
Now ghosts upon the ripened Summer air.
We lived their moment and that time was sweet.