Stretching shadows
Along the quivering grasses
Where the birds seek the clippings
And the wildflowers poke through
There is a hidden oasis
Within an unassuming speck
Of the wide world
Saturday poem, special edition: It’s on Sunday instead!
Stretching shadows
Along the quivering grasses
Where the birds seek the clippings
And the wildflowers poke through
There is a hidden oasis
Within an unassuming speck
Of the wide world
Saturday poem, special edition: It’s on Sunday instead!
The heat has broken
And the breeze is at last cool
Whispering to me
More than the countless stars
More than the boundless sea
More than the tallest mountains
Is how much I love thee
I hurry to the cliff’s edge
Then wonder
What comes next
In stillness we wait
For a bright sign from without—
Might it be within?
I walk along a narrow road
‘Twixt equal gardens green
Each holding fruits that once I sowed
When my path was more clean
And there ahead the road does end
And somehow I must choose
In which garden I’ll so long wend
And which garden I’ll lose
Let us fly
To another place
Where the air is crisp
Where the ground is soft
Where there are few around
Where little would trouble us
And there breathe a while
And sink our toes deep
And taste the silence
That awaits us
Far from here
I watch in quiet as your bones
Expand with restful breath
And hear the earthly undertones
Of breathing soft as death
I sit still so as not to wake
You from this short-lived peace
I’d not this solace from you take
Ere morning’s sweet release
In ways uncounted
You have brought light to my life
Bright and bold and strong
They say “make art for you”
Then tell you why your art
Is not good enough