The Grapes of Fall

Standing on a hilltopnear the sunset of alltasty like a glass of winemasterfully madefrom the grapes of fall.All the vineyards I leftthe bonds cut and dispersedlike a large bill changedcoins in children’s handsjust before the festival.Memories eroded into the...

Cradle of My Heart

She laughs and gigglesshe knows the pearlswaiting withinfor a cruel sailorpaying no heed to the lack of spring—hot waters, cold waters,the rules of the game do not,but the gain in the end matters—like softening the seedsimpotent like a raging river before a dam—trees...

Whispers from the Days Long Gone

Whispers from the days long gone come back;no more than a friend preserved for old agedwindling toward the height of youth to returna giant near the end of life— when all realities fade,all of who you are is no match to one lost dream—that little child chasing a kite...

The Iceberg of a Man

Too deep like an iceberg I see nothing but the tip—the truth well hides, the part well seen means nothingI haven’t been told more than anybody else.I, a flower, hold but a little root for who I am,all your eyes can see is my entirety verbatim—the fragrance, the sweet...

To a Stranger

To a stranger, to a reader, I write—The honor of not being known,Yet heard like the roaring thunderclipping the face of truth with pureunknown tunes loved before sung;mere words on paper have longcovered an iron bar with rust—you keep reaching up outside your...

To All of Us

GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,Old time is still a-flying:And this same flower that smiles to-dayTo-morrow will be dying.The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,The higher he’s a-getting,The sooner will his race be run,And nearer he’s to setting.That age is best which...