Thursday, April 16, 2009


Two new pieces that seem to suggest emerging from the shadows into the light. Sometimes poetry comes into being as I work the pieces and this is what came today:

Reluctantly I walk up this path,
away from your presence,
and into my own heart
waiting on the other side.

Hamlet of peace,
held by the land.
Haven of love
healed by the beauty.

Seasons evanesce
one into the other,
resting place
within and without.

An apparition of poetry
follows me from the shadows
and leaves snowflakes
dissolving on my tongue.

Unexpected breeze coos
forth a future lullaby
of quivering leaves,
shy and trembling,
only recently emerged from
clenched spring buds.

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