A FEW WORDS IN PASSING


robes of wind
hair of rain
 
lips of blossom
smile of flame
 
dance beneath
a harvest moon
 
where all are young
but old too soon
 
remember me when
time has flown
 
and sing for me
above my stone
  
First published in Culture Counter, February 2016. 
 


 
NIGHT AND DAY
 

"I fear the night,"
so many say,
"because vision
is held at bay."                                   
 
I, however,
fear the day,
where all that's seen
causes dismay.
 
If I could choose
which place to live
I'd choose the night
where shadows thrive,
 
where I elect
what meaning is, when
wavering phantoms
inhabit wind.
 
 
 


THIS TOO SHALL PASS
 

Rain fills the night
riding the wind;
living room lights
flicker again again;
 
wet hours pass,
then silence comes,
for nothing lasts,
all things succumb.