Friday, January 20, 2012

The Old Familiar

In the night, in the darkness,
the old familiar steals around.
Emerging from corners of my room,
from the stillness and shadows
is a sad repository of memories
I can count on always to cheat
me of comfort and sweet sleep.


Saturday, January 14, 2012

Autumn - its magnificence and spell-binding colors
found even along a stretch of country road.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

lark's call

after a lark's call
silence amid
the deepening snow


Monday, January 9, 2012

Brittle Leaves

It's a difficult thing, admitting we've
grown too old, no longer denying the truth
and staring deep into our mortality which
until now we've not wanted to accept.
In those flourishing days of our youth
we often felt as if we could outgrow
our skins, but now we feel as if we are
shrinking too far into aging, grey husks,
finally seeing how we're at the autumn
of our lives while it gathers around us
as brittle leaves swirling about a lamppost.