Poetry contains almost all you need to know about life--Josephine Hart
Points of light
On this moonless night
celebratethose no longer herein memory
So cold the sky,the ground,the far mountains,mimicking my return.Warm lightswithout meaning?
I'm not sure who the speaker is in this, who refers to his (His?)
Hi again Ro.
Coldness toward your presence? Oh NO!
O dear Roberta, you go a long way to appeasing my doubtful mind.
Ray, I just wanted to let you know that Roberta is right---we are so happy you are back.