Monthly Archives: December 2014

A Cup of Kindness

“We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne” We stand at the water’s edge    I on a long pier    You on the deck       Held together but       By a paper … Continue reading

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One Day

A tree when felled is milled to plank then board to be planed The grain then tells every drought & flood disease & fire-singe The hard knot & flaw a carpenter knows may be the mantle’s grace When one day … Continue reading

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Traveling Light

We travel light stepping into tomorrow so unknowing so unknown What is it that we really need? Like lilies of the field some glory Like birds of the air some seed Against the wind some wool And in each window … Continue reading

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Join Random Game

   Toward the end of the game There are few letters to choose from    Some years they’re all consonants    Some years they’re merely vowels Either way words are hard to find    Toward the end of the game … Continue reading

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Mending Fences

Here in the cold let us build a fence Stretch taut the wires of our common thoughts Weave into them the boughs of our fallen friendship Gather up the branches scattered by the wind Let us mend love There is … Continue reading

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The Winter Wind

The winter wind Has kicked up off shore The swells all gone to chop White water whipped into fury Whatever boats were there Long ago turned to port For safe harbor Overhead the sky Whirls its white clouds As though … Continue reading

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The Map

Somewhere deep down the dark pocket of the coat we wore from home lies a map meant to lead through the night deep down amid the lint & litter the ride token & rabbit foot lies the map Only here … Continue reading

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Symmetry

I cannot resist the symmetry of a fir tree Its boughs reaching out wide with needles pointed to the sky Upon its noble spire eagles alight while under its canopy squirrels run dry in the December rains Upon the elbows … Continue reading

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The Child

Down there somewhere under the tightly wound spool of the years of our lives there lives a little child we can remember if we dare She begged Come out & play! But we were too afraid we’d step across the … Continue reading

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The Gift

The gift lies wrapped in ordinary butcher paper unaware of its own treasure bound tight by the twine of time It bears no tag so as to tell for whom it was intended or by whom it was sent The … Continue reading

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The Gift of Age

It is the gift of age to see liabilities as assets To learn in hours of sleeplessness the fine art of daydreaming in the dark To master in the hours of industry the infantile ability to nap And without apology … Continue reading

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Solstitium

Nearing solstice I know the days are shorter the nights much longer which ought to make my sleeping easier but truth be told my winter moments are lived with ever greater anxiety as though some significant some` thing forever unarriving … Continue reading

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