Robin's Song
Down a lonely path I walked And heard a robin's song. It nested there among the green But was gone before too long. Yet I came to it again Some way farther down the road. I sang its song back to it Though its tune I could not hold. ...
The Trial of the Mountain
Between three foes he stands At the fifth hour of his trial. He is a mountain unmoved. His claws are broken jagged peaks, Knuckles are bare stripped bloody plains, Fingers crack like falling shale. Knees ache, footpads scraped raw on rough...
Moon Glow in December
There floats the moon, caged In pearly light, imprisoned By modern glows, alone Without the stars. A cold wind sighs sadly For a sea of drowned fires And feels even colder for it. An owl's call is an elegy. A distant car horn is a mockery. The...