lines written upon urra moor
Old God was too much with us. Quietly we wander through the moss-knolled, sodden peat upon the trackless and the sun-blazed lea, the heather blooming vernal at our feet. Here …
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Rest
A working mother subdivides her soul, despite rewards that build her feathered nest. Demands conflict and guilt denies her rest; vacation soon becomes her blinkered goal. Some days that her …
Sunset, Sunrise
The sunset’s stunning as the day turns night with colors of the palette all aglow; I watch her fade as darkness starts to grow out in the western sky, a …
Behind Death’s Door
When leaf has fallen withered from the tree, and night’s dark hand has swept aside the day. When lips are sealed and eyes no longer see, what world awaits the …
as the sleepers
I would that I were with those dead there in their restful deep, were still my bones in earthen bed to know but soundless sleep. I would that sparrows …