Monday, July 22, 2013

Night Blind

Night Blind

It always  was your sight
That banished darkest night,
But now my Light is spent,
For while I dozed, it went
The way of leaving things:
Bags packed, a cab, the rings
Bereft beside the bed
Atop a note that said:
When darkness turns to day
And chases dreams away,
Yet you remain in night,
Long longing for the light,
Think on me and know
I didn't wish to go.

Friday, July 12, 2013

A strange glow calls me from my book

Come away. Look about:
Orangish yellow light behind
The lowering clouds --
Even the grass is burnished.
Poplars glow before mountains,
Heavy in dark relief--
The whole world is written in
Gold leaf, every branch and sheaf 
Illuminated, testament to glory.

Saturday, July 6, 2013


Your burrs rub me,
Hitchhike for the ride.

Your nettles pierce
Until I bleed.

Your juice gets under my skin,
and so, I itch.

The  difference, I find,
Between a weed and a flower

Is desire.