Wednesday, January 26, 2011



Can I say where the lost leaves veer 
On the brown-burnt banks, when the wild winds blow, 
When they drift through the dead-wood drear?

Monday, January 17, 2011




For we are all made 
of the tiny lights 
in the night sky 
the distance is vast 
and it is nothing, too


bird in the sky
Into a burst of dusty air
Getting closer to the end; 
Higher in the sky.

Sunday, January 16, 2011




We can make our lives sublime,
 And, departing, leave behind us 
Footprints on the sands of time.

Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.


A ship sails and spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
And starts for the ocean.