Somnolent, the blear of grassy brown and khaki bends down low before the tuneless rush of wind that lazily pursues its constant quest to touch the leaden sky that spreads abroad and wide and grey and quiet like a dream: the painted backdrop of the winging birds flying on before the smudge of ghostly sunlight […]Read more "Winter Rest"
Blow, gentle wind, blow— across the burdened trees, and bend the branches low. The fury of the sun scorched what he had won before his reign was done. And all the leaves are charred and doomed, but clinging hard to the life that left them scarred. Fall, weary leaves, fall, so the wind […]Read more "Surrender"
Come in parts before the world would arm and hear the music swelling in the breeze that first gave form and substance to the plans of heav’nly wisdom. And like a breath that swept, omnipotent, in touch across the field unknown but still unknowingly at dawn the earth in satured palates rose anon. – And […]Read more "And It Was So"
If we really are the sun, why is it night when dark clouds come? —Read more "Human Brilliance"
Disclaimer: This poem has nothing to do with my life. I cannot emphasize this enough. Also, it means nothing. Literally. This is what happens when you listen to too much sappy pop music, and think “I could do THAT.” Performances of the song are welcome. But the name of the band MUST be “Parakeet Moon”. I […]Read more "I Find My Friend"
I’ve seen the sky break free to run, letting down a billion feet to race like school boys through the grass and plunk their footprints on my glass. Enchanted by the winsome beat, I could not miss the hiding sun.Read more "Rain"
The earth has donned her misty veil, With softened beauty, waiting for the sun To bound up strong above the trees And live again the ancient dawn When night and day first wed above the seas, The stars as witness to the two as one Who dance till earth and sky shall fail.Read more "On a Foggy Morning"