I can’t see anymore, what might wait there, what monsters or miracles, terrible and beautiful, glide all around me…
Tag: poetry
there is only that instant… when it returns… and I know such warmth again… when understanding dawns.
a chance come round again,
well-earned and willing,
to sing a new song,
wonderful and wise…
the fires burning quietly, this constellation of small stars surrounding me,
fallen to earth below…
Tucked inside was a copy of this poem, which was actually was written even earlier in 8th grade…
I’m happy to report that once again I’ll be reading some of my poems this coming weekend at the fall Bedlam Farm Open House, Sat. and Sun., 10/7 and 10/8. I missed the June one, so it will be especially nice to be back. Copies of my book, Gone to Ground: Selected Poems & Essays, […]
showing itself ever… only a tender cocoon… readying us for the life… yet to come.
