I lost a quiet thing that once I held
A peace in purpose once worn ’round my neck
Now restless do I wander seeking it
To fill the void that’s opened in me __
Tag: iambic meter
2/18/2022
As Old Man Winter blows his hoary breath
Upon all that is green and bright, I see
How he must relish in the warmth’s quick death
How petty and cantankerous is he
Sonnet 15
Five years we’ve walked beside each other now
And still a fire is kindled in our wake
Still cling do we to our most solemn vow
And hand in hand each of our steps we take
Would that I could relive each of the days
The best of them, and then the worst as well
So long as in each one there was your gaze
Into the depths of which I often fell
Alas that we must trudge so quickly forth
Into the dark unknown of future’s grip
But then, uncertainty, too, has its worth
And you are ever there to right the ship
For if we have to face that wide unknown
I’m glad to do it with the love we’ve grown
2/12/2022
I looked into your eyes
and found the stars
2/7/2022
As I commit the ink upon the page
The words rise up and turn to fevered dreams
And thus my mind is freed from earthly cage
To see far past this grey world as it seems
2/3/2022
The wintry blanket covers all the ground
With softest, purest flakes of fallen snow
That dampens all so there is not a sound
Naught but the fiery brightness of sun’s glow
2/1/2022
I walked in winter’s cold
And looked up to the sky
And in the bitter chill
A voice was rising high:
“Cease, mortal, in your steps
And turn ye from the cold
Go warm yourself beside
The fire with those you love!”
And such was how my wife called me inside
1/27/2022
With ev’ry passing year
We find more hairs of grey
And shorter grows each day
Or so I often hear
But oft comes wisdom, too
If we can seek it out
And learn to turn about
From that which is untrue
1/24/2022
What force upon this misbegotten ground–
Chock full of metals foreign to its soil–
Could bring it from a haunted burial ground
Back to its verdant days, with naught but toil?
1/20/2022 – leap
I have but to breathe and plant my feet
To sense the steady earth beneath my toes
Look up toward the sky which I will meet
Reach for it with my hands and eyes and nose
And leap
A Poem A Day 