A Thanksgiving Memory

Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places, The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces; Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming, We turn to the dearest of the paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming....

Lanterns {a poem for Memorial Day}

  Lanterns   They sleep peacefully here, hiding silvery secrets under thick, worn skin A whisper emerges from shadows, among rows of granite Quivering souls— now stilled The spirit of outstretched hands shakes in all seasons I feel the grip of hope, salute the...

Lanterns {a poem for Memorial Day}

  Lanterns   They sleep peacefully here, hiding silvery secrets under thick, worn skin A whisper emerges from shadows, among rows of granite Quivering souls— now stilled The spirit of outstretched hands shakes in all seasons I feel the grip of hope, salute the...

Streams of Amber

Wheat Field with Rising Sun, Vincent Van Gogh, 1889 *** Streams of Amber When love’s fingertips brush against straw streams of purple, amber and golden tears flow trickling down to hungry souls and dripping into an earth permeable to tears of human feet and...