You did a good job to create such depth in your landscapes – I see you have layered some prickly tree, on top of solid hill And delicately dumped a tissue-paper sunset over the top – How many shades of yellow did you use?  …

It is always the same You standing in the shadows, waiting Until the time is right You ask, Will I? I look at you as tears fill my eyes My heart says, Yes My mouth says, No