A Poem a Day to Millennium 4 September 1999
 

LEPRECAUNLY ADMONITION

It is uttermost in pursuing rainbows
To catch the corner of one's eye
On the golden mien rather than
The golden end, quartering the dream.

The best of lycanthrope can tell you
That mornings are made for denning
In warm familiar scent-of-home and
That luck is the wind's fair sister.