Steal these letters
and polish each curve
caress and let go
Skim the marble water
Take these words
of yellows and golds
of brushes and trees
Days that grow shorter
Borrow these lines
of laughter and streams
from hills that demist
Walls with no mortar
The sentence that bars
the author's parole
carries his best
Rejoice in your quarter
Pete
Take these words
I even managed to rhyme 'water' 
Thankyou for your comments Vesuvius. Much appreciated.
Andrea asked me to provide a poem for their gathering in Italy last month.
I would have preferred to attend myself but this poem was my substitute.
Andrea provided the imagery of a group of Cohenites enjoying the lakes and the hills in autumn and these are the words which emerged.
Pete
Thankyou for your comments Vesuvius. Much appreciated.
Andrea asked me to provide a poem for their gathering in Italy last month.
I would have preferred to attend myself but this poem was my substitute.
Andrea provided the imagery of a group of Cohenites enjoying the lakes and the hills in autumn and these are the words which emerged.
Pete