Songs of Youth (1998)

From Songs of Youth (1998) I heard it in the wide places: stars played out across their breezy courses, fixing paths of light! Old debris of yesterday: wander-watching where the river runs, new green washing the great plain. Tendrils rising, reaching, finding paths of light and life and love. Not I, a song; new rhyme, […] Read more…

From Songs of Youth (1998) I was searching for a rock I dropped into the stream, watching squirrels run and wishing I could eat ice cream. There was a tumble, jumble bumblebee, but I didn’t see. I was counting clouds go by and wond’ring how things grow. All the time I didn’t know: There was […] Read more…

From Songs of Youth (1998) I wonder why the clouds are high and where the butter flies — can I go to where I’m thinking of, or is it just imagining? Why does the rain stick on the glass? Why is green the color for the grass? Where did the wind go when it passed? […] Read more…

From Songs of Youth (1998) Black and brim-full of windy rain, and ice chunked out to break, and fire sparked out to burn: stating, not asking; moving, not hesitating; running, not walking; washing old debris of yesterday gully-dirt down into the sea. A storm with winter on its breath and summer at its back: summer-soon […] Read more…

From Songs of Youth (1998) Missing you, you are here. Your voice is in the willowtop. Soon I will taste your lush embrace and kiss your sunny cheek again. How sweet to drink of you beyond the span of waiting here! Like the sunlight streaming, I will come for you. Like the moonlight beaming, I […] Read more…

From Songs of Youth (1998) So many days passed away: silences, the years, they never stay. Where have they gone to, those things I thought I knew? Oh, Lord, let me love this day. Let me take it. Let me turn it. Let me learn it. I could never earn it. Oh, Lord, aren’t we […] Read more…