Selected Poems

The maples heard a rumor
And blushed a crimson red

Soon all the leaves had heard it
How quickly rumors spread!

Like fire on the mountain
Consuming one and all

The maples heard a rumor
And told the tale of fall

At first the noble birches
Dismissed what they had heard

The cottonwoods, the aspens
Would not believe a word

What foul, malicious gossip!
Yet gossip can be true

Soon all the leaves discovered
What crimson maples knew.

Deeper we go into winter
Despite the recovering sun

Every night, a later light
So soon, the ordeal done!

But try to convince the snowdrifts
Or explain to a chilly heart

That February’s temporary
And springtime, soon to start

Deeper we go into winter
And there’s a redemption there

A cherishing of other souls
A tolerance of despair

Meanwhile the sun ascends
And happiness waits in the wings

To swim, to kiss, to relish what
Audacious summer brings

But try to convince the snowdrifts
Or explain to a shivering heart

That tragedy is temporary
And springtime, soon to start

Deeper we go into winter
Despite the recovering sun

Every night, a later light
So soon, the ordeal done!

May means May is over
The start invites the end

Spring was only here when it
Was right around the bend

Flowers peaked in April
When few were to be seen

Barren limbs of March possessed
The quintessential green

And now amid the splendor
We’re stricken with a thought

The moment can’t be captured
The present can’t be caught

May means May was yesterday
‘Twas snakebit from the start

Tainted by the chalice
Infected by the dart

Though little violets beckon
And cherry blossoms ring

The restless eye anticipates
A season after spring

And now amid the splendor
We’re haunted by a thought

The moment can’t be harnessed
The present can’t be caught.

At peak, Time sneaks away
To eavesdrop from the door

As all the humans play
Along the sunset shore

Horizons burn and burn
The bonfire doesn’t end

Lovers ever yearn
A friend remains a friend

October’s far away
And April’s long ago

We dally and delay
We take the evening slow

Listening to our laughter
Time chuckles in his way

Aware of what comes after
The bracing light of day

Soon he’ll come to scold us
Marching to the beach

He cautioned us, he told us
Forever’s out of reach.