(On Passing Clouds)
(2015)
The fields lay white beneath the s… I saw a flower in the snow Upon the hilltop, calm and high A maiden framed by evening’s glow. The world around was pale and whit…
cold grey clouds obscure the once clear sky I pause and wonder: one year or one hundred before summer arrives?
You are of dreams, my true compani… A noble friend composed of song an… Whose presence banishes my every f… And makes a day of the eternal nig… Through which I stumble blindly e…
When I was young, a boy of ten an… I knew of love with naive clarity My love burned bright, but dimmed… It turned to ash. It burned out n… A child’s heart is fickle, underli…
The island stands alone in virgin… Its rugged vistas pleasing to the… Its ocean girdled slopes untouched… Sleep peacefully beneath an azure… The forests range unchecked with v…
Everything is dancing. Behold, The grasses bend and sway, enraptu… Within the embrace of the wind While trees reach out their leafy… To hold the sky close to them
In that place between memories My heart yearns to be, Where the bounties of Heaven Adorn every tree; Where the multitude tulips
O Tea! No other drink is more des… Than you, who countless times has… Incomparable to refreshments unins… All beverages submit to you as chi… Whose brow is ringed with a steamy…
An antique moment, a gold and crim… all things murmur sleepily, silenc… behind shuttered windows, breathin… so very, very softly, in the dusk… Echoing footsteps, an alien sound
Of all the winged things of yore That graced the woods and valleys… There are no tales recounted more Than of the sweet Lindêlomîn. Lindêlomîn, the wise men say,
Yesterday I walked in the woods, Beyond the northern stream, Along a seldom-travelled path. The trees were naked and still, Their boughs bent under the weight
Bold men sought it out, upturning the world’s corners as they stumbled gallantly right past it. Fools.
Spring. Fresh chaotic rain, Weeping on fogged bus windows Someone drew a heart Amidst the obscenities
