Adjure adjure; entreats the scent of a yellow...
alluring a sweet earthy olive fragrance...

All seems different in our abode
The air boreal, denser...

I wonder if an unusual flock of white crowned...
Were there that day, that fateful day...

The aching is the from residue
Of inebriation creeping through...

O' how I miss and mourn for mother's voice
That swiftly passed like Autumn's southern breeze...

I wish I had a boat
For yonder past the bay, on a clear azure painted...

Shall I endure her vilest winter frost
and splay archangels in the idle snow...

Often on the river embankment I observe the same...
Gliding, floating solitarily whilst treading and...

Recent months we have seen
A very different Grandma...

If the azure glow of the ocean
is summers' own liquid crest...

The penned sadness of a poetess
as evident in the threads...

Oh ruler of all worlds
I plead and pray for another...