Waxy flowers in the snow

Waxy flowers poking through

Snow so white
Flowers bright.
Made me think of you.

I see once more your dark gold hair,
Soft as snow,
On my pillow.
Now my bed is bleak and bare

,
Your face turned to me,flower to sun,
I loved you.
You were true.
Fear by love was overcome.

I saw the cyclamen in snow,
Pink and red,
Now frozen,dead.
Love was,oh,so long ago.

But never gone from in my mind.
Thoughts so deep,
Upwards seep.
Love was gentle,love was kind,
You’re always in my mind

With this spirit

As on this foreign shore I stand and stare

Across the green and foaming tidal sea.

I do not wonder whether life is fair

Nor whether what’s to come is what should be.

The hinterland is not a wishful dream

Whatever I meet there is all itself.

So useless are past thoughts and present schemes

My courage,heart and spirit are my wealth.

Although alone,I sense some being close

Whom I accept as guide and friend to me.

To walk with otherness is not my boast.

It’s he who guides and shows me how to see.

Thus with this spirit,I my spirit wed

As close to me as in a marriage bed.