dawn stillness ...
the spent passion
of night winds
November 2011
final call . . .
he staggers into
the wind
a tree too
bends over backwards
before its time
going the distance ...
a child circumnavigates
his horizons
willow leaves
sieving rivers ...
dream debris
just shadows
now on calvary ...
rugby posts
passing cloud ...
a moment's grace
just like that
winter bride
stripped bare of all
but song
Christus Rex ...
in our beginning
and our end
catching dreams
from the sound of night ...
unspoken words
water-logged worms
rise to feasting birds ...
spring downpour
pretend shot put ...
the weight of the world
opens his head
the willow
sieving sunlight
and stillness
nesting birds, yet
the words 'at peace'
so final
offspring
of star-crossed lovers ...
the epitaphs
tendrils
burgeon through the cracks . . .
winter tomb
through the cracks
tendrils of things not said ...
winter tomb
blanched almonds ...
the looking glasses
of her eyes
the centennial oak
gives its last shade
to the woodcutter