Quiet do the leaves fall
Soft comes the snow
Breathless does the grey come
And hide away the sun
And though the winter’s quiet
Is deafening
It is not nearly so much
As the resounding orchestra
Of spring
Category: Free Verse
4/16/2022
Some long while has passed
Since last the whispering wind
Muttered in my ear
Telling secrets
Granting wisdom
And I often wonder
If in my silence
I am not listening
4/15/2022
Why does the crumbling earth cry out
If not for to be saved?
4/13/2022
They say look not to words
But to deeds
Yet look what words can do
4/12/2022
It was in cold December that I wept
In longing for the sun’s distant return
Yet now it seems that through the grey I slept;
I wish in winter I could more than yearn
4/9/2022 – the sea’s awaiting me
I run across the soft green moss
Toward the crashing sea
For past the sands and rocky lands
The sea’s awaiting me
4/7/2022
I see sunlight peek through
The grey
Puncture the drear
I set down my pen
And finish my water
And don my shoes
And open the door
Yet when I run toward that sunlight
It is gone
Having awaited me while I
Set down my pen
Finished my water
Donned my shoes
Opened the door
It left, saddened at my absence
4/6/2021
So quiet was I when the light
Of stars shone in my mind
Their brilliance reached past earthly sight
Allowing me to find
At last creation’s spark so rare
That which I daily seek
Yet find only in silent air
When my tongue has been meek
4/4/2021
That I stand here now
Means not that I will tomorrow
4/2/2021
There is
On the wind
A secret word
One biting
One thrilling
One true
Yet to hear it
One must listen
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