Sunday, December 21, 2014


Those old bells in distant times,
counties, hills, fences, crows,
not unlike the words I find in old books,
tolling, still, their census shows,
how straight they go in stately lines,
on winter roads through frosty rhymes,
with woolen scarves and proper looks,
and do my life apostrophize,
as one who rings, and leaves,
his rain thoughts,
in a brook.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Friday, December 19, 2014

To be sure

is that number
between one
and then

The great dark

The great dark

The winter dark the water dark

The careful feeling for the bottom with a long pole

The fishing for a face you pray will know

The touch of a kind finger upon a blind eye

The dark will show

The way to go

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Canvas 493

Canvas 493

December 16, 2014

Canvas 492

Canvas 492

December 16, 2014

How your speech

How your speech, speaks you;

your thoughts, think you;

of these, your life, be proof;

your life, your face, your face, your mouth;

how peace, seeks you, where words, are deeds, in truth.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Leaf prayer

How lightly, by strokes just so,
you keep me here, then let me go.

(now dying, now painting, now flying, still)