A YEAR IN POEMS 5/24/2021

 “At the time that turned the heat of the earth,At the time when the heavens turned and changed,At the time when the light of the sun was subduedTo cause light to break forth,At the time of the night of Makalii (winter)Then began the slime which established the...

ON A DEAD TREE

   “A draft brings sway to Brittle leaves,Curled limbs of grayDeath-dancing in its light breath:Ribs exposed, an umbrellaBroken reaching for the canopy. Small buds glistened once onDelicate supple fingers Cavorting with the green and red surround:The whisper...

A YEAR IN POEMS 5/20/2021

 “Ah, Fans, let not the Quarry but the Chase       Be that to which most fondly we aspire!For us not Stake, but Game; not Goal, but Race—      THIS is the end of every fan’s desire.” Franklin P Adams, “A...

A YEAR IN POEMS 5/20/2021

 “Come, my Celia, let us prove,While we can, the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever;He at length our good will sever.” Ben Jonson “Song to Celia” Not his most famous Song to Celia, but an interesting and somewhat bleak version, redolent with...