Friday, November 28, 2014

Janus Before Seven

{back yard, 11-28-14}


















Time to sit on a log
And be spellbound
In pearl early light
Turning in low fog.
White tendrils curl
Up from earth,
Ghosts churning
White over winter
Fields.
Not a sound.
How to consume
This crop, this yield?
Sit on a log, be
Spellbound.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Form Fills




Form fills a
Pull of potential
And rain falls.
Rain falls on what
Will be because
Rain fell.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Opera Logic















In opera, wars end
In strolls among flowers,
Coruscating country folk--
Strife flees a jolly
Polka, jokes upon passion, power.
In opera, wars end; hagiarchy
Bends to lovers'
Tears, children praying.
In opera-- fears, betrayal,
Insurrection-- whispers
Snag upon gardens
Over reunion, pardon.
Voices blend --in opera
Wars end.