Poetry

Departed Days Yes, dear departed, cherished days, Could Memory’s hand restore Your morning light, your evening rays From Time’s gray urn once more,— Then might this restless heart be still, […]

Gulls Fearless riders of the gale, In your bleak eyes is the memory Of sinking ships: Desire, unsatisfied, Droops from your wings. You lie at dusk In the sea’s ebbing

Secrets Secrets infesting my half-sleep… did you enter my wound from another wound brushing mine in a crowd… or did I snare you on my sharper edges as a bird

The Light of the House Beyond the cheat of Time, here where you died, you live; You pace the garden walk, secure and sensitive; You linger on the stair: Love’s

Acrostic Poem Purple pupil peering Out of an orange orb, Pray tell, what do you ponder as People important and pedestrian pause to peer at You?

Flowering member of the Olive family, whose bright yellow is Really such a welcome sight in early Spring that You can’t imagine going back in Time a few weeks and

Darlings of early spring, All our attention is on you and your Faces that look back, creating a kind of yellow Fever that holds our gaze. But we can’t stare