Poetry

The backyard maples speak in fire-tounges, filling the windows with gold light ...

Falling since morning a whiteness common elsewhere but rare enough in these climes covers sights all too common here

How wide the world? "No wider than the heart is wide." Rather ask how wide the heart ...

spring with its brassy chill with an transparent sky that sings spring ...

a woman sky eternal silence spring the sun newborn ...

Cathedral elms once graced our street before they cut them down.

Though you had always lived in light, you looked deep in the dark, and chose the way of pain ...

Much noise surrounds. Let words be few.

Sometimes, when I fear the small light I bring isn't big enough or bright enough ...