When the Lilacs Last Bloomed I Mourn'd; And with Songs I Perfume the Grave of Him I Love

A natural poet, a poet of nature. a poet who thinks with her poems her thoughts lie in the language of poetry. She speaks with strong visual images and stark metaphors. The poems express strongly. sensuously the pain of loss, the loneliness of existence and on to the story of love. Poems that often glide into prose with the passion and intensity that drives it in language that is uniformly solemn and tender. Grief plays a large part in this work with poems that speak softly, strongly and tenderly to the lover that has been taken away.

"There is an echo yet, I can hear it still
of his soft voice,
His caressing voice like a summer breeze
Like the flight of moths in the moonlight
Like the warmth of his breast at night
Like the softness of his lips in the morning
But, who can say, there is only silence now
Only the gentle breeze in the hollows echoing
And the shiny memory of his stately person."
(Loving Bern)

This is a tightly focused collection of poems of yearning, and grief, that penetrate the depth of human gaze, the only place that poetry can enter.