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…
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the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island
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
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
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
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
