Tag Archives: coffee

Afternoon Poem #2, June 5, 2019

I watch the breeze push and pull at the branches full with glossy leaves And I think of green flame or better yet, a green fountain, spraying cool green into the cool blue sky The other day I walked to … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Afternoon Poem, June 5, 2019

Don’t overlook the robin Just because he’s common You see them every day As you wait for something more exotic But look at that red breast The color of ancient fire And his song is so sweet and varied. . … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Evening Post, May 30, 2019

I wouldn’t have thought that anybody would be out in this rain.  That’s probably why it scared me so when I saw the limbs of the sumac shake and the grey, bent figure come out from under them.  It was … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Morning Poem, May 30, 2019

You have to get it down in ten minutes How you felt about this life You look at the quiet yard behind you And think in frantic pace Of all the unspeakable gone before The color of the river that … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Afternoon Poem, May 28, 2019

The seasons pass too quickly now I See the summer starting and I am Not yet ready for spring. I still marinate in winter, so unlike me Thinking of quiet dreaming and insulation From the outside world One has to … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Morning Poem, May 18, 2019

In the shade of the old elms, in the lush grass watered by last night’s rain, we recline in late morning, amid the songs of the birds, thinking of days long past and looking at the rosebushes red and the … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Morning Poem, May 18, 2019

In the shade of the old elms, in the lush grass watered by last night’s rain, we recline in late morning, amid the songs of the birds, thinking of days long past and looking at the rosebushes red and the … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

morning poem #4, may 9, 2019

. In the near horizon The last green wall The last lush green line There beside the blossoming plum tree A rustle in the brush The spirit of some old man who first tamed this land and looked with pride … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

morning poem #3, may 9, 2019

. Slow down and walk into the day As if you belonged in this place and time As if you heard the perfect score To your own epic film Your own happy ending

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

morning poem #2, may 9, 2019

. Listen to the birdsong Here as morning breaks Forget your own language And hear their words Who could ever say There is no sense to this chorus That starts with the dawn . What mysteries they would reveal If … Continue reading

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment