The clouds loll overhead//In lazy, lilting billows...
Overcast Poetry
Such Fragile Panes
Why should we be barred from the whimsy we believe by things far more fragile than the dreams that we weave...
Old Clouds
With lethargic vim, the clouds roll overhead as I hope they do when I'm 94
Blushing
The morning sky blushes at the sight of us
The Sun is Beneath Us
And so we sit in grotesque ignorance and hush our children as they gawk and point.
Under the Stars and the Clouds
You are part of a whole, crafted under the stars and the clouds.
Here I am
God paints the sunrise with the softest blues//And loverly, effervescent yellows//If I were a bird, it'd be my featherbed//And if I were a melody, it'd be my complement
The Difference, Really
For all the days when every drop flows freely // Tell me, what is the difference, really?
Chasing the Rain – Revisited
On the day I live alone and in peace//My wife and my children, my comp'ny to keep//I'll stare off into the stars and I'll dream//Of adventures to be had when my soul takes its leave
December Rose 