I'm on holiday now until January 5th. Now the muse can let go her words.
Long Since
Long since the world was
a young girl in a long blue gown;
now harsh and peevish fingers thrust
out at her mind.
Then beat it to death by balloons.
Slowly, courageously spent,
the girl regains her former grace;
rebirth brings its own reward.
[© 1998]
Along the Shores of Georgian Bay, Ontario
The wind that blows
and the snow it throws
carve glyphs
in the cold rock scree.
Imprisoned they are
for millions of years
relaying their tales
of sleet and rain and hail.
Only a select few tilting
fir soldiers remain
on duty watch, till
the next barrage commences.
[© 1998]
Clear Night - Wolves
Still
abstract.
Dark pack, canis lupus,
screened by slender strokes of twenty
feeble saplings, show no fear, but look at
you
directly,
sense presence, but cannot make you out,
show respect to an equal member.
Now they know,
they melt away.
[© 2000]
