Beauty

. Autumn Summons The wind carries the leaves, And leaves the colors bear; The field prepares the sheaves That hold...

. Wood a pantoum It’s only furniture. But that’s both truth and lie. To find Mom’s treasured things a loving...

. Ode to the Strings of My Guitar I How still you sleep, oh strings of my guitar, As if...

. Two Dragon Statues Tây Hồ, Hà Nội, Việt Nam, Constructed 2012 They stand on waves just off West Lake’s...

. Sea Breeze Negative ions aloft, Wafting aloft in the breeze. That mystical, maritime breeze Bestowing a comfort and ease....

. In Eve’s Footsteps based on “Genesis 2: Teaching its Truth to Women” by Kimberly Hartke “And the Lord God...

. Ponderings on the Porch The chutes of light this autumn day __Beam down between the leaves. Sun’s equinox has...

. In the Park ___It showed up in the green ___Today: that velveteen _Exhaustion that betokens summer’s end, ___Its richness...

. Out of Purgatory There I went blind. I could no longer speak, but as I died, I murmured Mary’s...

. One Friend A friend who always wants to learn __Whatever’s going on, Whose warm assistance and concern __Can be...

. The Battle of Athelstaneford King Angus clapperclawed NorthumbriansIn combat close enough to hammer faces;His Pictish troops enacted brutal plansTo...

. Night Bird Singing Birdsong is a conspicuous avian vocalization often used for mate attraction. ---Basic Ornithology Long after midnight,...

. The Thief He stole my song, my music;He stole my poetry.He broke my holy vesselsAnd felled my sacred tree.He...

. Gloom at the Shore Down at the shore of Lake Ontario, Battleship gray under inclement sky, We vied for...

. . Freedom high school algebra class; May 12, 1993 . A breeze blows in; it wisps my hair, And...

. Reflection on the Approach of Another Birthday “He found them in a wilderness, a wasteland…” ---Deuteronomy 32:10 I find,...

. Not Forgetting 9.11 in 2023 New York, the City that I've only seen In flashes, glimpses, footage, faraway, New...

. . Wings of Desire: Canto I of Paradise by Dante Alighieri (1265-1321) translated by Stephen Binns . God’s glory,...

. . Blackberry Memories We’d fill our buckets to the brim--- __my brother, sis, and I--- and rush the juicy...

. Perchance to Dream __The sky is wide, __The sea is deep, And when we’ve woken into sleep __A place...

. Nine: A Song for a Granddaughter for a girl, M___, raised in my household, though not a blood relative...

. Pilgrimage The strong will long to go on pilgrimage, Assembling to reclaim their heritage Of sanctity and stable permanence...

. Hymn to the Night Every thinking creature adores the light __Where twinkling stones and stars and flowers stun Senseless...

. On Professionally Hesitant Poets O, for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention! —Shakespeare,...

. On Going Through Max's Things in memory of Max Rizley, Jr., 1956-2001 As sand slips through my fingers at...

. . Late Bloomers My last red rose-of-sharon __Is slowly curling closed, Each giant shell-shaped petal __Beginning to turn in,...

. At the Dog Store “Now this hound here’s a Disappointment Hound. His dam was Thwart; his pappy’s name was...

. Aphorisms for a Foggy Morning No literary monuments exist without the word. A lord who lacks entitlements is patently...

. The Magic Casket 'Twas in the local funeral home __The miracle occurred, As ticking clock hands kissed at noon __And restless spirits...

. Lessons from the Sky I breathe the bracing air, I feel the dew Wet through my shoes and socks....

. Sonnet for Houston The highway shuffles traffic as the sun begins to bake the tarmac; its black emits waves...

. The Merry Wanderer When God wills man to know His favor, He sends him where the wide world gleams...

. . Tucson Sunday Morning Chorus: Tucson Sunday morning, See the sage brush come alive. Gold upon the Rincons, Catalina...

. Overheard in a Mexico City Cantina A downpour started. The cantina beckoned. I sat and heard two men debating...

. . Poetics the Ginger Cat —Ποιητική: ‘poi-EIGH-tee-keigh’ By a caged fire I read. Around me walls of ancient lore,...

. The Old Place Once there was a family here Where now is all plantation pines. There’s a cabin—I see...

. At Thirteen At thirteen, I received a birthday card from Buffalo, my aunt sent my Dad’s poem he’d written...

. Something Higher the brown scapular of Elijah Departures and arrivals. Passengers. The life of one old man describes an...

. . Virgil Departs, Beatrice Arrives: Canto XXX of Purgatory by Dante Alighieri (1265-1321) translated by Stephen Binns . Now...

. My Favourite Photo of Mum I’ve just found my favourite photo of Mum, standing in the snow of a...