Beauty

. Linden She stands against the sunlit sky, _Her beauty plain to see. The birds sing sweet and pleasant songs...

. Anachronistic Chaucer When April showers, forecast on TV,delayed our pilgrimage to Canterbury,an eating house, clept Hooters, we espiedbeside a...

. On Shen Yun . I. The land of China. Deep in history That like a river flows with people...

. Voyage Among the Ancients "Tread softly, for here you stand On miracle ground…" ---Lawrence Durrell, "On Ithaca Standing" (...

. Who Are You and Who Am I ---a villanelle Who are you and who am I That you fill...

. Emmaus We barely saw he’d joined us as we made Our way along the road, so sad, afraid, So...

. In the Garden of the King In the garden of the King I sit beside a crystal spring. The...

. Holy Saturday "Call the Sabbath a delight." —Isaiah 58:13 His weary, soulless body needed rest, Not only pierced and...

. Crucified  She pondered horrors of the modern age. He thumbed through piles of dusty history tomes. She craved the...

. Good Friday Rain I wake and hear the rain cascade. Its cleansing drops roll down my pane; They soak...

. Magnolia The south wind’s newfound breath, The spring sun’s waxing ray, Draw from your outward death An opulent array....

. The Tale of the Moon’s Reign ---an elegy Above the skies where reigns the moon _So bright in hours...

. Dirty Dishes The dust is often out of handAnd should I write my name uponThe coffee table and night...

. The Four Seasons . Spring I Amidst the cloudless sky and crimson dawn Comes bursting forth the bluebird’s orange...

. A Ceiling Fan's Life (Is Like a Man's) On wintry days, it rarely spins Except when mopped floors need...

. Spring’s Unfolding View ---after Dylan Thomas’ “The force that through the green fuse drives flower” The force that through...

. Spring Snow Tyrant Winter reaches Beyond its frozen tomb, Dares cast its icy mantle On bud and crocus-bloom. Long...

. Canyon I’m traveling on a road down which I’m cast, a road that I am fitted for, no doubt,...

. Happy Like Winnie the Pooh If I could be happy like Winnie the Pooh, Just thinking of good things...

. The Restoration ---for SJB Words sometimes fail. How best explainThat life can seem eternal rain?That though friends care they...

. Burning the Pieta Thoughts After Viewing Public Cremations at the Pashupatinath Temple Complex in Kathmandu, Nepal ---for Alok With...

. Bohème Opera in a bare and frigid room As winter winds were sweeping, like a broom, Raised an enthusiasm,...

. How Many Homes? ---January 2025 Los Angeles wildfires Twelve thousand lost, from stricken memories more Schools, churches, meeting places,...

. Winter Song Hymen, Venus, Graces three, _save me lest I wither like some sap-sucked blasted tree; Hymen, Venus, Graces...

. Another Old Myth The Ancient One warned Noah's doom was near. Since men possessed with greed kept spilling blood,...

. Equinox Blues Welcome to spring! The last snow may be past,_and bright blue frames the parting clouds.The sun rides...

. My Backyard  . The Campfire Elisha loves to build a fire; His dog is near, she loves to watch...

. The Tundra Swan Its full and light and interfolding feathers __Number ten thousand plus, No wonder that the tundra...

. I Failed I failed so dramatically most early days I failed horribly in most critical ways I failed to...

. Reflections on a Visit to Saint Augustine With each step up the old Castillo wall I pray The hurricane...

. Guitar music for "Sheebag Sheemore" performed by Jeff Eardley. . The Session Monday at the Shamrock Inn, So, the...

. St. Patrick’s Day, 2025 While swathed in swirls of green, some raise a glass Of dark elixir topped with...

. A Summer Evening The sky begins to cloak its face, Removing every streak of red. Above, two weary flyers...

. A Fisherman’s Life The fronds of the palm trees sway in the breeze. A lone tiny boat is bounced...

. Cherry Tree One summer day not long ago a man planted a tree, With tender love and patience he...

. Pumpkin Spice The scent of Autumn lingers in the air With hints of ginger, cinnamon, and clove; At 42nd...

. Of Elizabeth Bishop Ms. Bishop is one able–eyed observer;her vision is acute, that’s plain to see.Staring at her, I...

. An Ode to a Hymn “Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its...

. Nishijin Weaving In the tranquil heartThere is no scattering ofBlossoms once gathered. ―Satomura Jōha, master of linked verse The...

. Gossiping Hinges Some think we hinges only squeak __because we seek __an oily drop __to make us stop, but...