EPITAPH

She never gave up,
in fact
she is probably digging her way out
right now.

SUNSET

The chartreuse ethic of light descending over the horizon, on whose lap shall it land as these words would to greet you on this whirling earth, warmth and hello, kindness from a far land.

CHRISTMAS PARTY

Every face, with its hidden story, beautifies the room like an ornament on the tree. Age speaks in every sculptured line, and the smiles that swim on skin say love, oh Emmanuel, Maranatha, the godhead swelling in the moving features which surround expression and spoken words, humble verses, the poetry of human lives...

PLACES IN THE WEATHER

We are given one directive, to not be lukewarm; wherever we are under the reach of the sun, we must insist on our passion, so that we can effect the place of our existence the same way it does, definitely, being the cause of beauty and the absolutely necessary element of life, to be so that without us the place where we are would be without life. We are to be energy itself, the makers of zephyrs and tremulous storms, the sources of pure light.

FIRST SNOW

It comes understated, calm, like the moment without memory when we fall into sleep. It says, rest now tree and leaf, you are within my reach, inside my care. Unlike the gorgeous searing colours of summer, snow is brightly monochromatically white and means only one thing, that all is well with the seeds beneath.

TO ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

You who I do not know, but one day will, when the quantum universe reveals our faces and identities to each other, here or in the great beyond, thank you for your kind eyes perceiving from all about this marvelous world these words which seek out your willing access. We are of one essence, and create the new earth.

TO TWO DAUGHTERS

You two who from some wandering quantam thought were brought here to my arms, your home, keep in mind that you were formed from absolute love, that every gaze at your faces is my privelage and my delight. Know that in all moments of our shared lives my one desire is to show you respect, and in return that you share with all others a deep kindness. There is only one consistent thing that I will ever retain that I know of you and that is the joy of who you are.

POST-HER

When someone is as thick as a post, what do you do, cement them in or cut them down? Perhaps it is best to hope there is still some life in the wood, so it can be planted, sprout roots, and produce leaves and fruit, and perhaps the fruit produced will know little of the tree and do some good, despite its origins. There's nothing like trying to shift the dead weight of a luggish log to make you feel fenced in.

RAINTIME

A knife reaches only to the depth of its blade but this cold rain reaches places pain has ceased to know.

Cold Weather

On this day one branch says yes to a bird, trembles under the weight of red. Light holds wood in its noon flight and under wings a twig goes higher than growth. Like a divining rod, it searches for a nest in the sky.