Tag Archives: Hope

Two Moons in Flight

The moon rises in her fullness and floats the soft, New blue of evening sky taking first bright breaths, In blush of first love, in hope of evening growing, Rich with promises not yet made, light and knowing, She rises … Continue reading

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Stillness

Upstairs my office sits insulated to either side, Save for the large picture window filled across This winter morn with sparkling forest floor, From which rises the sentinel oaks and dark elms. Like quiet black skeletons they stare in, With … Continue reading

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Out there

Nineteen billion miles and looking back, A tiny dot in a sunbeam, maybe a summer Day and beer getting hot on a sandbar. In the deep black quiet cold vacuum Of space she is alone. Speeding away. Distant. Slow by … Continue reading

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A Cold Night

A cold night. Stars frigid with An air of despair. Luminously teeming, Black sparkling rain Or falling tears. Falling love and falling lives, cold night indeed. In such vast silence, voices still whisper, What may come, THEY are to come, … Continue reading

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Fish Don’t Have Lungs

Flying low, beneath the lowest clouds is an old bird, Old because he flies slow, more of a glide I suppose, Old wings swing up and down briefly, like gasping Lungs of those fish, but fish don’t have lungs, oh … Continue reading

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Sound of Spring

    To hear a poem Is to know the sound of The soil warming In the sultry spring sunshine. If you feel the seed turning inside outward among The black womb of mother earth Until it splits asunder The … Continue reading

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Times

  The times have ticked along like babies, Spiders I mean, bursting from a tightly spun Bundle of rounded web, a cocoon of motherly Making for thousands of them – the times. Going off in all directions, little eight Legged times … Continue reading

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