Seasons

The seasons go on in circles, whatever else may cease to be, one sure step after another— the weary, aching world, bearing the purpose for which she was made forward to the High King’s return, the inevitability of time.

Happiness

Elusive— a whiff in the air a flash in the night the sparkle of dew before it is gone. ••• Locked— water beyond guards gold behind glass homeland of exiles who may not return. ••• The key— a nail through His hands my sackcloth and ashes the balm of chains unlocking joy. ••• Ubiquitous— a […]

Lord of Autumn

Lord of Autumn, You enchant us with Your skill for taking summertime with such majestic grace. You lend Your royal colors to the wooded hills. You stain the sky impassioned blue above our place, and with the breeze, You stir the fallen leaves to run. You make of loss a paradise when You are near […]

Welcome

On my way home, I found I was not alone— hope climbed in and sat beside me— a silence occupied with smiling. And all around the dying sun touched the road and trees and made them gold— so much like kindness if kindness had a color. I saw my mountain, mother-like, waiting where it always […]

A Request

Time, shed your wings and sit with me. Nothing becomes you like eternity.

Mosquitos

Nice to be wanted, but I have to draw the line at needles with wings.

Zuru Kah

Traditional folk song of the indigenous peoples of Melenoria, sung in the Èthanshwogg dialect Wylu, cocka shlimby, fwy? Shlimbu nogga swimbry vly! Kalu-ziki ruzuvah, Ishdu bliki zuru kah. Myluzenri shubu tekka shlien! Lazuka mani ishubizelien! . English Translation: Crazy one, you brag gleefully, eh? Happy head, making mud!* From out my heart a war cry, […]

Lights, Camera, Lizard

Lizard leaps from stair to step poised, practiced. An adept that seems concerned lest creatures yet might see his stagecraft and forget. – – – – –

Twilight

Summer nights when daylight lingers— fingers paused on the screen door; talking warm air, crickets and fireflies— a friend that doesn’t want to say goodbye.

Morning Light

Morning light, spilt through foliage, splashing the grass with gold; the simple, daily pouring of nourishment into a crumbling world.

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Poetry