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…

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…

(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker

little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed

Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?

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WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night

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

Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more

the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom

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

crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air

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…