A humble sapling, spry and meekAt the crest of the hill had sproutedAgainst the wall of our crumbling barnWhere my father’s instructions were flouted.Barely waist high in my fourteenth yearThat little tree could measureAnd in mercy I left it to grow as it wouldAnd to watch me whack weeds at its leisureSeasons would pass since … Continue reading Eulogy for an Alder
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The Heat that Eats it Whole
The burning shades alight in the darker heart of night While the conflagration's sparks dance and scatter on the glass Such a terror in this sight, to replace a head of white A sad moment into memory which, as a life, shall pass
Hermit Thrush 