Posted in Photography, Poetry

a midwinter god

darkness 
our need to understand
the misunderstood

thrashes about
a moonless, midnight path
warning us to be careful with our falling words

dangerous to dwell in the cave
reality morphs into nightmares
forevermore a life balance

derelict actions swallowed up
in the abyss
a worn winter’s welcome

between the narrow path of wisdom
and the unassuming curves of knowledge.
Posted in Art, Poetry

The Poet’s House -Winter

Leaden footed winter.
Lumbering elephantine.

A pieced poverty of color
the house close-mouthed.
Silvery shards,
a fence frosted, still erect.
Leaden footprints of anticipation,
the tulips and daffodils quilled.

(I found a black and white print of “The Poet’s House” in a second-hand book. Artist unknown. I added seasonal color. This is winter.)

Posted in Poetry

The Poet’s House

Leaden footed winter.
Lumbering elephantine.


A pieced poverty of color
the house close-mouthed.
Silvery shards,
a fence frosted, still erect.
Shallow footprints of anticipation,
the tulips and daffodils quilled.