Sunday, September 30, 2012


Her willow-wires, brown and battered,
reach, in confused and tangled masses,
through vacant airs, grasping nothing,
while leaves whisper with softened voices:
"Shhhhh...she sees, though she be blind;
she shades in shadows from scorching sun;
she sighs, she weeps, she seeks to find
her hushed, she be undone."
And so, hanging over quivering waters
which she augments yet with dewy tears,
she waits and heaves in warmest breezes
that pass through her and fade away.

Monday, September 24, 2012


The adolescent day is sulking.
Smoke-clouds hide the reticent sun.
The feeble light is scarcely able
to pierce the brittle windowpane
and bestir the sleeper from a dream
that he will not recall upon waking.

Monday, September 17, 2012


She reminds me
of a graveside funeral
I once attended
when spring sunlight
arrived to brighten
little drops of dew
lingering on the grass
that had been mown
earlier that morning.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Winter in June

Snowfall is covering the flowers bright,
a chill wind is blowing through golden light.
Robins are warbling an icy tune,
sorrowful over this winter in June.

Green leaves are stiff and voiceless now,
the fruit falls frozen from the bough.
Squirrels shiver in their nests at noon,
sorrowful over this winter in June.

Warmth is fleeing far from here,
the setting sun is weak and drear.
Night-eyes behold a brittle moon,
sorrowful over this winter in June.