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Poem – The Dark Drifting Upon the Snow
Winter evening in mid-December. The sun set hours ago and cold is descending from the heavens, there are no clouds and the moon is hidden. The only sound is my feet and the running dogs. Down a hill we slide and stop before the tree line. An expanding presence darkness fills the space between trees,…
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Poem – Stars
As evening settles in I wait for Leroy as she watches the tree line. I feel we are not alone beneath the clear sky, free of the sun. The black water flips the sky and transposes the sublime night-time patterns. I become transfixed on one particular yellowish dot and after looking away I no longer…
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2013 Poetry Month #7 – Solitude Late at Night in the Woods
The following poem is written by Robert Bly. He is considered one of the greatest writers of our time, and it was a challenge to select one piece form his 60-plus years of writing. This piece is from the collection “Eating the Honey of Words: New and Selected Poems”, published in 1999 by Perennial. Solitude…
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2013 Poetry Month #4 – To Spring
The following are a couple of selections from William Blake, an English writer born in 1757. He is sometimes considered a ‘Romantic’ who was a writer as well as a visual artist. These are from the collection “William Blake: Selected Poetry”, published in 1996 by Oxford University Press. To Spring O thou, with dewy locks,…
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Poem – Night
Night has fallen while we were not looking and now the sky is yellow tinged and tree shadows elongated. I should be sleeping. Instead I walk the streets free of traffic, quiet, and empty. Which is what I hope my mind will be soon.