LATE NOVEMBER LIGHT
Late November Light The late November light is strong It transfuses the empty arms of trees And radiates the wooded land along The shelves of shale crumbling free...
Read MoreLate November Light The late November light is strong It transfuses the empty arms of trees And radiates the wooded land along The shelves of shale crumbling free...
Read MoreNovember Snow The canary leaves of ginkgo peel to the ground Like frozen petals of lemon roses they patter When they hit the pavement piling up a mound Of yellow fans...
Read MoreFor the past couple of years I’ve been writing formal poetry. Some of it is traditional, and some of it is made up. I’ve always been fascinated by rhyme, and have...
Read MoreNO MONEY NO TIME No money no time The days aren’t mine. Sky that was solid Grows thin as pallid Congregants of cloud Couple and uncouple Above a crowd Of cornstalk...
Read MoreTHE AMBER BEAD As a bead of amber captures a fly So does the flesh of a peach Encapsulate my halcyon eye. The fly buzzes above weeping bark And watches the...
Read MoreThe Broken Tooth I don’t know when a tooth will crack Although I know it will because I know what is becomes what was, For alongside a mansion stands a shack To crawl...
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