Category: poetry

And the river runs. Low against the verge It drags itself on. Sifting through the crags; A tormented soul A creature dying The last of its kind, Wounds atop the …

Hush before the dawn. Where the weather grows, Still against the gray Echoes of morning. Listen on the Storm. Those many stories Whisper through the Earth, The coming rainfall.

Providence softly On eves of Winter Glistens over us. Its lovely colors Made of diamond Glisten as they dawn.

Too long from the war Its bitter trials. Filling all those days With a solemn end. Gray fields quieting Dying stars above. Songs begin anew: Lights of younger suns Glister …

Anxious thoughts, shallow and poor Rattling in a dingy squall Cage – against the cages writhe Until when the irons fall. Stirring wrath up once again Without sure cause a …

Windfall of September cometh gently Heathered on the glade in dusking sunlight How tranquil through this setting of our souls… The Spirit steps with gracious quietude.

Movement on the Path alerts a weary watching gaze. Gray amid the gray, his stride, gentle in the starlight. Moorlands of the pensive soul, watchtowers of his wants – Find …

Calleth ardor unto action, ‘Rest no longer!  Raise the standard!’      Let thy warriors loudly shout, thou Spirit who defendest me. Cometh weariness to snare me and to drag …

Life as raindrops trickle down, stirring through the withered Earth. Distance held the drought above, beyond our grasp for a time. Shivers from the sky descend, quickening through waiting hearts. …