Yes! I hear there is a sun.

The soft howling winds are at the window - of this old stone dwelling wherein I stay - on the edge of a village overlooking the misty fairy-shrouded brae - and against the morning reflections wherein I pray and notice . . hmm . .

A poem antiphonal

The new release is called Opera Blues.  Here is a poetic foreword to introduce the felt-sense or spatial soliloquy of the origin of this song. .

White Flower is the name of the cat Trust I am inaugurating for the welfare of cats.

I opened by chance to some torn and ancient pages of the Poetical Works of EB Browning printed in 1844.  I opened to some pages of three-lined stanzas of a poem called A Vision of Poets . . and I read it out loud to myself to discover the epic terrain, which you can listen to from a link below . .

 An original design by Summerhill ARTE. 

With peace as a naked woman ... 

Discovered how the California Poppy makes her horn of plenty full of seeds... that horn that comes through the center of the gorgeous bright flowers and remains after petals fall...

 'All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.'