Friday, August 10, 2012

Response to Barn Swallow

(whose beautiful poem, "Out of Season," can be found here)

Eager now for autumn,
    I lament the haze
pressing down upon me
    through these August days.
Waiting for October--
    leaves are all ablaze;
nights are crisp and chilly;
    hearts are made for praise.

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

The New Crystal Tambourine

has been updated with ten short poems in an accentual approximation of Latin elegiac meter.

Addendum, 9 August: And there's this sonnet, written at least 20 years ago.

Sunday, August 05, 2012

Crime Fiction Notwithstanding

When it is ninety-five degrees outside
and only slightly cooler in the shade,
it is not right to speak of "cold hard facts."



Miracles, miracles:
They happen sporadically

And bloom, like blood, out of
Whack. The energetic wind

Pummels our skins
With blunt indoctrination.

The seascape rings its changes
Against the black rocks.

revised 2012