Sun & Shadow

By on 3-28-2012

Sun and shadow, end of day Streams of yellow cast and play Quivering heather on the bark Light and space denounce the dark.

Apart

By on 3-28-2012

From the time I arrived, I knew how to run, (had been and have been for years) heart pounding and filled with desire for movement, away from the solitary terror of a country road that ends.

Before Words are Thrown

By on 3-28-2012

Let fly before the sun goes down I sleep, my pardon said, yet rising with the moon he goes, to sow while I'm in bed.

Late on the Threshold

By on 3-28-2012

Worn and limping with a day's full of labors, relieved to stumble through the old gate, long away from beyond blue hills.

Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward

By on 3-26-2012

But that Christ on His cross did rise and fall, Sin had eternally benighted all. Yet dare I almost be glad, I do not see That spectacle of too much weight for me.

When Goblin Comes

By on 3-16-2012

When I was four and a quarter, I knew of little things. When I was four and a half, I learned of Goblins: