Winter Sunrise
Winter sunriseSalmon vapoured cloudsIn beryl sky swimGeese flyingIn playful arrowed formPass over meMy footfallOn iced grass remainsA lonely path By […]
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Winter storm blowingLone leaf on branch fallingBuffeted by the breezeEarthward boundTo rest
Awkward comes the day
Awkward comes the dayWhen we must partAnd on our lonely pathsWeary journey forth
What has passed
The leaves are turning nowAway back homeNights are drawing inWood fires litAgainst late evening coolMists in early noonRolling over stubbled
I Scream To The Wind
I scream to the windThat blows through forestAnd grass and meI scream to the windThat howls and cutsIce cold, hoar
What About Me?
What about meLiving just to see What they want me to be?No job, no wife, no carNo life to live
As you lay
And last nightAs you layOn my sofaCurled upFetal-likeInnocentLike a babyI wantedTo tell youHow I feelBut I did notI left youUndisturbedAs
Come the day
It’s ten to six in the morningA cold, cold morningTravel through the hazeOf half sleepReturning to hateful wakefulnessAnd with itAnother