(2008)
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
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 -
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
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
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
