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 -
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
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
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….
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…
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
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
