Smoke and Ash

The ash had fallen round about the mountain and she waits Her remnants covered fields of green with black and dusty night. After her eruption came a quiet death, a state Of cold and distant solitude and some quaked at the sight. But come the morning light, the fire Has…

Sun Sonnet

Fair mistress of the skies, demurely, Oh how she hides her face from those Who want no more than light, and truly, A sweet release from dark. She goes So thoughtless to the bereaved children Of the light, and will not hear them, She hides away in bitter gray, Too…

Winter Ballad

The winter comes on lazy wings and brings us frost and cold, While autumn beat retreat with care, grown brown, and bent and old. Though winter likes to come each year with laugh as cold as ice, It chuckled softly in this year in repentance of all vice. But maybe…

Not Well Yet

Will time perhaps begin to dull the edge Of sharpened pain, bled long into the night? The clock has stronger powers, some allege Than any form of salve or balm despite The tempting call of sleep or drink or ought Which promises to soothe the deepest pain. The arms of…

My Furious Spark

It's out of you whence flows my joy and fear In equal measure. Life is made of this. I'm seized with fear and gripped with joy in turn To know that you are mine and very near. Your heartbeat next to mine is like a kiss;…

Spreading Rust

No one said the same breeze blew for us Locked in trust Spreading rust With time-tempered glass around the door Old brick floors Beats in fours We become the echo in the night Turned out right Climb the flights Standing on the rooftop in the wind We have sinned But…

Peace Like a River

When peace like a river Becomes more like a stream And storms arrest my waking And rainfall floods my dreams I hold eternal summer Like a lighthouse in my soul To call me out of tempest seas Into peace complete and whole. postscript A very simple entry to close the…

Blind Trust

The cold of winter holds my heart Though spring is close at hand, In fear that rips my world apart Though hope is in command. A tiny seed of hope has come And I have no control To make it grow or come undone But let it feed my soul…