(2011)
#Haiku
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39