Horizon (poems)

  Horizon: Drawing Lines If you draw a line there And I draw a line here What do we draw beneath and above ourselves Are we walking toward the same inimitable sunset If you put a tree there, and I put a tree here Can we rest under the same shade We see one...

Presence (poem)

image source  Presence    Like snowflakes that softly fall, so is my love for you, landing gently around you, enveloping you like a cloud, a covering of white.   You will feel me, not as a coldness, as the real snow of a real winter, or like the breath of this...

Ski (poem)

Ski   I am deliberating: to ski or not to ski Lifts ensure an effortless climb up the hill Onward glide, but careful not to overdo Venturing down may require a little improv Every turn, take slow, then accelerate Yield, glissade, scatter snow in a flurry...

Ring Out, Wild Bells (by Alfred Lord Tennyson)

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false,...

Snow-Fall (poem)

Snow-Fall A single snowflake Floats weightless, airy But millions of flakes falling Land heavy, bring a roof crashing down Branches bend Dip underneath heavy snow Crack and break Descend on a cold hard ground In the stillness of night, do you hear The echo piercing...

Christmas Eve (by Christina Rossetti)

    God makes a promise in Genesis after Adam and Eve sin: And I will put enmity     between you and the woman,     and between your offspring and hers; he will crush your head,     and you will strike his heel.  ~ Genesis 3:15   The promise spoken...

October Elegy (poem)

  October Elegy   October enters surreptitiously Calmly separates leaf from scion Trees relinquish clasp— and foliage Obeys the call—  scatters asunder Browned, crunchy, dispersed— Elegy upon the grass Rest in peace.   10/16 ©Prasanta (Acrostic poem) *...

Autumn by Rainer Maria Rilke

AUTUMN The leaves are falling, falling as from far, as though above were withering farthest gardens; they fall with a denying attitude. And night by night, down into solitude, the heavy earth falls far from every star. We are all falling. This hand’s falling too...

Lake Song

I discovered the lake that summer Deliberately arriving to see stars at midnight Reflecting like white diamonds In silken waters   I heard the crickets Familiar, comforting sound Lulled me to sleep as a child Like a soft, summer rain   Under lacy pines...