If I Had The Knack I'd Sing

Twilight Whippoorwill... Whistle On, Sweet Deepener Of Dark Loneliness

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.

Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A Thread, Insects Singing.

Seek On High Bare Trails Sky-reflecting Violets... Mountain-top Jewels

If I Had The Knack I'd Sing Like Cherry Flakes Falling