Poetry, Writing

The Day’s Labor

The future comes, it will be what we build. The waiting now is over, There is work yet to be done. The building and the making Are never easy won. O, Lift your eyes to heaven Set your feet upon the path Turn your hands to the labor What e’re the aftermath. The storms still… Read More The Day’s Labor

Poetry, Writing

Ghosts

Perhaps appropriate to the season, it came from a comment somewhere “the ghosts were many that day.” (I wish I could remember where.) The rest just flowed from that. The ghosts were many that bright fall day And many a spirit did slip away From all that may yet do them good In the living… Read More Ghosts

Poetry, Writing

The Future Woven

I am back!  (Yes, this means I can see again, functional glasses achieved!)  Here is a touch of whimsy and hope in celebration.  I hope you enjoy. Spin and weave the future Soft within your hands Spurn the fate’s illusions As the truth demands. Cup Always for a moment Watch its wings gently beat Release… Read More The Future Woven