In between life and death
With every breath
We find ourselves
At deeper depths.
Ode To the Redwood
Oh, Redwood Tree, you are tall and mighty,
piercing the sky and reaching heavenly glory!
The red hue of your beauty is legendary,
And the strength of your longevity is a mystery!
Under your glorious canopy you shelter me!
You will be protected always, and happy—Redwood Tree.
Fall In Love
A fall into loving arms.
A passionate kiss and stroking of the hair.
Eyes never lie;
Beautiful tears.
Winter Willows
Willows weep at the end of summer
And fall asleep in the fall,
After all their last tears are shed
Before the bitter cold of the winter.
The Mourning of Love
In weeping agony
I cursed the day
You were taken
Away from me.
Giuseppe Tartini – Sarabande
Roses In Boxes
Roses are carried and wept over.
When petals are withered they mourn.
Roses rest when their stems are worn;
They are carried by black carriages horse drawn.
Of the soil they were made, to the soil they return;
Sometimes they are placed in wooden boxes and burned,
Or wrapped in white linen, then given to the vastness
Where violent winds blow, and restless seas churn.
Before Light
Night breezes sooth restless trees;
Butterflies sleep in an array of colorful wings.
In anticipation of the light of the dawning,
Songbirds sing.
Bronx, 1977
On that day under blue skies
Their eyes were bright, and the children smiled.
Arms outstretched to the side,
They ran and took off,
Flying for the first time;
And in those precious moments
They became gods,
If only for a little while.
Late Summer
Willows weep
Night breeze rustles summer leaves
Quiet rivers sleep
Of
Of eyes that cry;
Of cloudy skies;
Of last breaths;
Of the stillness of death;
Of tears that permeate black veils;
Of rosaries clutched with a deep inhale;
Of the weary who sojourn;
Of mothers of slain sons who mourn;
Of the lament of winter breaths;
Of tender kisses while she slept;
Of loving paragraphs in-depth;
Of healing after they wept.
