A Note Of Explanation

A Note Of Explanation

Along the oak clad drive are roses tended sometimes by great uncle Arthur. Abandoned croquet wickets still stand Amidst grown up lawn grasses. Seldom sat in wooden chairs receive rain. I want to leave here in a slow soft rain; To not really understand the destination...
Come Here

Come Here

Here there is always laughter Filled with love, gracious. We can here yet see a curved moon. I know you own sadness And sadness walks these fields also.bur here we learn to walk sadness, To become surrounded simultaneously by fields of green strongness now near absent...
Thinking Back

Thinking Back

Often, when she thinks back and takes comfort to herself for becoming a golden scout, cheerleader captain or member of the choir; an edginess descends; uncertain sadness comes. She then recalls those times, when, as a stranger she awakened; so lost and alone; not able...
Inside

Inside

Thank you for always seeking. Always inside every aspect of me is you. You are all I desire; you are my every hope. My most beautiful certainty is your presence; My every step is you within me. You lift from me Every aspect of being afraid And allow me kindness and...
West Of Clarksdale

West Of Clarksdale

Cypress trees stand where the river curls south, they cast long shadows down the water. Insect songs fill each humid morning. Soft feathered egrets stand inside the shade. Sometimes they fly beyond the village long abandoned and in flood floated south. Now and then an...
Sister’s Porch

Sister’s Porch

I never can see its image nor recall trees now towering there. I do remember women, quietly speaking, circled, on a screen porch, shucking corn. There are few other sounds save wind; sometimes aunt sissy singing; sometimes a distant voice calling children to come...

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