Old watches of silver In glass cases, ticking. How many days have These timepieces seen? How many gloved hands Went to them for guidance? How many places Have these treasures been? Their desperate ticking Is making you itch To run paths forgotten And times far away. Gears are still turning, Memories burning. Go check the…

Carpets of starlight Roll over our lands, Gardens we tilled With our own hands. A dark, silken ocean Flutters beyond; Her song is sweet, Her reach is long. Fireflies twinkling Pay us no mind. Their faint lights Leave us behind. Summer has ended, Autumn is come. The flowers know Their work is done.

“May I have this dance?” Said the ancient oak To the pine-tree grand, She who never spoke. “Won’t you move with me? For our roots are strong, And we both have seen Moments far too long.” Then he held his breath, Hoping she’d agree. O! the wait was death To this wizened tree! Pine-tree trembled,…

Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you can’t escape When your thoughts are not in shape. Seek, but you won’t find. Soon the Moon will turn. Stars, they…

With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the safer path. It had no room for me. Why are you not dreaming? Don’t you feel a spark inside? Who has…

Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree That cannot make a sound? Are not all things in this Wood Reflecting how, in Life, Living things can’t set their…

Nature peeled back Summer’s quilt Of flower-beds and all things green. Soon the plants began to wilt; Windows took a frosty sheen. In place of grass, the lawn turned pale Beneath a sheet of fresh, white snow. The pond became a crystal frail; Frigid water lurked below. Picture now that Mother fair, Deciding that our…

There is a sacred hollow Where the fireflies in play, Can inspire a shattered heart With hope for a new day. Wind creeps between the branches Of the trees stronger than time. After rain, the ground sends up A scent rich and sublime. We venture there in daydreams To escape the winter gray. In the…

Find me in the dead of night, Curled up in my bed but Wading Through the murky dregs of Sleep, Gathered in a pool so deep. Consciousness is breached. The thing intangible that holds me, And in waking hours consoles me, Just out of my reach.

One bright afternoon, you see Some wild birds in play. If you remain silent, You can make out what they say. Sit here in the sunlight, One bird says to her friend. Because in a few short weeks, This fair weather will end. Soon comes hibernation, The ritual of sleep. As for you and me,…