Poems
Zechariah’s First Vision
A word, a vision given in the night: Among the myrtle, horses snowy-white, And, with them, standing still, arrayed the same, A man, with shining face, who knew my name. […]
Aged Faces
Time, a lilting sea, does lathe, And casts off dross and hewn, The rocks and hills of substance raze, Batters, but not for ruin […]
The Sound of the Trees
The sound of the trees is breath: Gallons of air guzzled by Leaves before they taste fall’s death, Having one last song to cry— […]
Like the Waves That Bend the Trees
I watched a boat split water clear and calm Across the lake one night at summer’s end; The ripples, strong and fading fast, bent light In semi-circles, bright and diamond-edged. […]
Behold, He Comes
Besides the conversation of the cricket And distant whirs of passing cars, no voice Invades this night. The grazers in the thicket, If not asleep, stay watching, stand with poise. […]
