Gay October

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Tuesday, November 2, 2004

The Trumpet Sounds My Great Love

The trumpet sounds my great love, And we believe what we do not see. Clarion calls the clouds, Quick paced and haggard; The dog awakes and stretches. The trees sway beneath the swell, So many red-headed nods. Yet, I this year remained in-doors, Away from the sight and sense of the wood. Still, the... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 1, 2004

Beggars

The beggar stalks his clients `til the pennies fall. The box is filled and filtered to another sentinel, To other clientele, Returning to the beggar when he stalks again. So, I in your arms let fall the coins, I hope you stalk no other dream but me. And when your box is filled, You spend it not on... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 31, 2004

Pillars

It seems forever we have been called we, Hand in hand before the world As bright casted children born to be with each other Until each other bends to the winds chorus. As if from Mose's pillar, The Bronze Cathedral sends a twister filled with his debris. It holds us, letting the past escape to Nod,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 30, 2004

Cycles

The slow return of a slug to home Imperiled by the mischief Gull, A keen eye for all slowness. We, with our eye upon the sky, See, the curious purpose, This gull in plunge, This slug in retreat, But never see nor know beyond a guess The slow, silent food which churns this world. Come experience The... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 29, 2004

Above Out Lofty Field Bed

Above our lofty field bed, The wind brings a fine crop - The war between the milkweed seeds, Blazing soft for a place in time - A shallow tuft - A black dog's coat - A cuff or some unsuspecting doe. Like ours, all these the instruments of war, Are the push and pull to be reborn. The wind controls it... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Nelson

In the brush we sought each other, Through our clothes we caressed beyond all human eye, And our passion was filtered by the fiery sun, Cloaked by fir and a plaid shirt. I cannot pass that place now without a stir. The thought of woodland pleasures Clear and at one's hand Giving firm trust to all my... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Field Camp

From its husk the corn yields; Crows pick all open- Sparrows wait for crumbs- But, we take all. From its vine, wine pours forth, Hops drain streams And clarity is lost to nature's warmth. The crackling fire tells a tale Sending wisps to the high apse; Trout sizzles- Leaves break And in your arms the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Ring

A ring of light As disk of moonlight Casts its nodding stare Across the fence and gateway. My dinner waits, Not quite like the one's he would cook, But, purposes are served As borrowed sunlight Cast in disks about the gateway Attracting not one moth. Come experience The Jade Owl Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 25, 2004

Between the Acts

Between the Acts I've written to them all, Each beau and lover from the past, Each one who occupied this spot Inside my withering heart. The knitting goes well Indoors now beside the Philadendra; The window taps; It is a rose cane loosed from care. Yet, to hear them, Fingers seem to pry into skeins... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 24, 2004

Planting Tulips

Sweet William wash lunch dishes; For I will plant the tulip bulbs in clay. Presumptious hope indeed. The roses are spent - The grass like hay And the warbler's song a distant fall Found in a threadbare wood. The field mice sleep, While voles supply little borrows with wherewithal Gathered beneath... Sign in to see full entry.

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