Poems

The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand…

We need not count every seed atop the swaying grasses or number the waves rolling…

My hands hurt; even my fingernails ache from pulling weeds which were neglected too long,…

These woods on the edges of a lake are settling now to winter darkness. Whatever…

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at…

Shadows on the scans. Nothing they can do, doctors say. So he sits with a…

Once in Spain a path led me through woods to a village of pink stone…

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is…

I wish to grow dumber, to slip deep into woods that grow blinder with each…

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green…

The human heart can go the lengths of God… Dark and cold we may be,…

This morning as I walked along the lakeshore, I fell in love with a wren…

is not, for me, these grand vistas, sublime peaks, mist-filled overlooks, towering clouds, but doing…

We are the miracles that God made To taste the bitter fruit of Time. We…

She is holding the book close to her body, carrying it home on the cracked…

My aspens dear, whose airy cage quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,…

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth…

All day a boy plunges his hands into his pockets. Tickets, tape, crystallized stones, a…

I love working with clay, I feel like I could work with it all day,…

“Why not eat potato salad on Christmas, is there a law?” Then you would describe…