(2013)
At the wharf in St Andrews
#Haiku
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
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
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air
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
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 -
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
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
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
