Author: admin

I
Would like
To create
A way to grasp
Words that flit about.

I fall drowsy reading about
persona and shadow

Autumn brushes twisted Oaks
A rim of dawn lingers in the east
She wishes to walk the full length
of the day

A sudden influx of cream colored sheep
nibble green tuffs, small teeth tug sleeping roots.

I look up to the sky
for stripes of my childhood

Sing the old hymns,
clean the hearth,
prepare your succulent roast.

Grandmother would not have begun
if it had not rained
though little depended
on the random rooster
and the wheelbarrow
and its color red,

Taking a nap I lose my way
the world of dreams has gone astray
sky full of clouds give way to thought
unsure of what man has wrought

I only know it’s alchemy,
Turning the everyday metal
Of conversation into gold.
Words lilting in numbers refine
What we say, don’t they, when the base
Stuff of our thoughts is touched with fire?

By June our brook’s run out of song and speed,
gone underground like ghost
of sleigh bells in a ghost of snow.