To Lie in Summer

to lie in summer grass uncut by suburbia or the commerce of hay to lie in this aura, this odor of soil and cured grass, to lie under the flagging blooms of Timothy, Brome or Western Bunch bannering against a blue so vast that whole lives cannot know it, to lie in this overture of … Continue reading To Lie in Summer →

Even In Darkness

The link below resurrects the writelee.com post most appreciated by the readers. Even In Darkness

A Worry of Stone

Under these mountains— murmuring stream glint, tumble soil and sand. Fret

Even in Darkness

I have, on a moonless night, turned from the dark fail of mankind’s madness, to look on the dappled ageless sky-- before man made God and time-- and seen no emptiness, nor God, nor time— just the spark that gains my lively living eye. Here is a greater thing than faith: from dust of stars … Continue reading Even in Darkness →