Autumn Metropolis
peace garden
the nonresistance
of leaves
back alleys
it’s not whether but how
we go to seed
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Skyline
the moving domes
of umbrellas
Sea Levels
low tide
we comb the ancient peat
for footprints
drowned forest
the gull’s cry turns eldritch
undead stumps
4000 years later
sprout bladderwrack
our shared excitement
at scraps of root-bark
seaside town
all the colors of ice cream
against the Atlantic
the high street is already
lower than the beach
Tisha B’Av just past
Modes
in a letter
I go with the discourse
and stay to discourse
in love
I varnish a crucifix
and call it love
in the garden
I am of the garden
and come home
* * *
former field
the ruffed grouse makes a drum
out of thin air
* * *
yellow-bellied sapsucker
tapping
its true name
* * *
counting the rings
in the wood frog pond
another year
Options
war though it be
I have myself an if
an owl is not fit
to see green
or we to see which
tomorrow we conceive
January
the shrinking circle
of my needs
Superb owl, bad call
walking through the churchyard
where people have been buried
in good clothes
I hear the owl again
and do not look
* * *
sunset and evening star
that smell of pine comes
from a bottle
Allusive haiku
whose woods these are
a barred owl asks
nothing of me
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