The Visitor

Love stood knocking at the door and when I offered silence he waited, patient, on the stoop and called my name. – Each sally I would feign to make to leave the door and quiet the tiny blurt of conscience-prod— I saw he watched the frame. – I turned from him to read the world […]

For the Everlasting One

Why does the world spin away? Each clock beats out a broken tune, hands hold on to nothing, minutes splinter in the sight of daisies— there are no hours long enough for me; I was made for You, O God from everlasting.

Varin’s Seat

Have you heard of Varin’s seat, have you heard the music bare, have you heard the salt spray songs that steel your soul in life-ish dare? – It comes on swells from Over-yon it comes in dales of aqua wave it comes all tinged in bronzish flame— the fire-gift the sky last gave. – Let […]

Under His Wings

Why do you shiver— in cold and in rain? And why do you quiver, small strength, under pain? Why do you wander, bare-souled, through the lies? And why do you saunter where dark arrows fly? Why do you shudder at voices behind? And why do you mutter alone in your mind? Give heed to the […]

The Kavalcade

Pounding up the dusty trail wending wide o’er field and fen through dark shadow, over vale and past the realm of mortal men. Rides on high the Kavalcade the steed of desperate wild light the flash in sun-glare’s gleaming raid that whisks like shivers in the night. It gleams like shining, liquid air but wears […]

Happy Little Raindrops

It was a soggy, foggy day, but the raindrops were in play. They lent their laughter to the gray and dropped like silver on their way. They turned the dirt to chocolate milk; the road beneath them shined like silk. They stayed awhile and sang to me as they journeyed home to sea.

Dying Warrior

I saw a tree was lying, along the forest floor. a giant tumble-dying decaying, old, and sore Its clod was wrenched and mounded right angled with the ground and roots were torn and hurting that once had anchored down. The leaves lay brown and whispless, dis-playing with the breeze while squirrels and woodland creatures hopped […]

Cafe Blues

The place to go when feeling blue is found beside a small cafe shaded by the ivy boughs, where one can sit to chat the day while shadows shroud from passing view in shaded cool and evening blue. – – –

Hope

The daylight slipped away and stripped the flame from my last candle, but one by one the stars began to bloom in gloomy fields of sky, and I, though planted in the dark, felt the spark—that old and trusty hook— when I looked up.

The Rock Men

The rock men stand along the sides, the guardians of the road, and we drive on beneath the trees unconscious of their load. They lift the hillside from the earth where deer and rabbits stray; they block the mud from sliding down and covering our way. So should you round the bend sometime and glimpse […]