Weeds and Wildflowers

Finally the Quiet,  I've used up Every  Shred for the fray I have; If I don't listen to This quiet I won't know what ...

Cresting the hill to the one Rising behind the red barn On Updyke Road,  A fire of burning moon Etched my sending-lines in gold, A...

You get old And you think you're  Not beautiful  Anymore  And you look outside And you see ages of living  And constancy ...

I take a picture In my mind's eye: The snow of the night On the snow covering the night As far as I can see, these fields. I ...

On a night in the time of Christmas, we sit after midnight in  A room surrounded by the  Belongings of our dead,  And oh there is co...

So I came out tonight to sit in this  Christmassed conservatory,  The tree near-perfect but for bare spots, We all grow and have our ...

I walk away and I think a little bit, I think about the horrid State of affairs in the world and  How I cry and pray How I try to h...