Thy truth, in time, will come to light, Like patterns kissed with dawn. Oh, wait, thou window of the soul, Behold the...

Sunlight on a bird wing And moonlight on a rose— Silver threads of heaven Woven into gold— Breaths of mountain...

For all the hopes that died with time, For all the dreams now dust-- For all the trinkets of the past Encrusted now...

I loved you in your perfect health When duty filled your day-- I love you now in shifting sands Where no one knows...

To heal is to grow older And leave a special scar-- To square the aching shoulder And still the pounding heart . . ....

We travel numb across the years In lonely hours of thought-- Remember all that Time has brought And crown Today with...

Faith smells a flower in winter, when all is dormant and dead; Sees beyond tangible darkness a glorious sunrise...

Life knows some hours of poetry But most of them are prose-- Some treasured notes of symphony, Far more of monotones....

Cooled air summons under starlight . . . night bugs pulse minor triads; slugs glide shiny trails in the streetlight between shadows . . ....

I love the calm, slate-gray mornings After a middle-night thunderstorm When rain still drips from a dome of trees, How...

We so often hear the sound of a thought without thinking. God is God. And we rush right on, wanting something more. There is no more. We...

A touch of love and petals open, blossoms burst through snowy bark, eaglets dare the mountain gorges, songbirds giggle...

All I want out of life is Heaven--Adam's Eden is long dead . . . But sometimes still a buttercup evening springs Gold shadows...

Waves, tumbling broken shells in the unbroken crash and hush of tide, skidding to shore and crawling backwards, spent, subdued, gurgle...

She pulls her silver in patient ripples, stringing adhesive wire from spoke to spoke, clasping one circumference and another, and...

Like a hot air balloon of gasping brightness, The sun ascends the gravity of night, Flames into a blinding, red-gold ball...

The spooky squeal of haunted brakes, The death rattle wailing down the rails-- A late-night train Flies off the compass...

Pity the person who is afraid of the quiet. "It's too quiet in here," Sometimes I have heard students say across the years...

You wrapped your living soul around a lie;  A slow decay crept forward, causing truth to die. The death you chose was poignant,...

From little creatures' throats and wings, From heaven's doors ajar, Come pleasant sounds and hearts that sing-- For my...