seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
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
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
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 -
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
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
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…
All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?