Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
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
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liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
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
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said
GRAVE POEM: EDITH MUDGET… How is it that I, who kept my hou… And, indeed, my life, and the live… Of my family, in perfect order; I, who made the beds before they w…
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
