The moon is not a terrorist; in fact,
She often visits both the poor and sick.
Although she has a schedule that is packed,
And often deals with clouds that can be thick,
She’s regular. And knowing that’s the trick:
The moon is true, not subject to caprice,
And that should bring no fear, but only peace.
The moon is not a soldier or a spy;
She does not aim to kill, or try to steal.
The moon’s a corporeal lullaby,
A friend, though far away, who’s very real,
Who gives your very goodnight a words her seal.
As children know, once sung their fav’rite tune,
It’s time to sleep when they hear “Goodnight, Moon”
I sat to write four-dozen things;
I’ve written forty-seven.
The sun is golden in the sky,
And kind of looks like heaven;
As peace falls on the wintertime,
That’s constant, and abiding,
And I sit here, right after this,
For one more bit
I guess I am a winter crow.
Although I’m not a birder —
I’ve see so many of them now
It’s absolutely murder.
For many birds will go one way,
Together, in connection —
But I am always flying in
The opposite direction.
So I say, I’m a winter crow.
And will add, in concluding,
That people say I’m somber, when
It turns out I’ve
come see our angled innocence,
and taste our frozen lime,
come mirror our concupiscence,
and live outside of time.
come join me where the marrow grows,
in stems of our renewal;
and pay no damned attention to
how often we
I stand amid the frozen rows,
And think of long-lost friends;
Where stones line up just like these trees
And sorrow never ends
I stand amid the winter gloom,
A hush is on the clearing,
I guess that I could join them all,
But I’m not volunteering
A vineyard’s barren yearly.
That doesn’t mean it’s dead —
Sometimes we must turn in to grow,
But this can be misread
By those who think that empty vines
Are death just masquerading —
Instead of knowing wine will come
And that it’s worth
watermelon on the grass
(tell me, now, should i feel blue?)
there's a happy little lass
(how come, then, not me or you?)
comes the sunshine in the meadow,
(i thought dark was here. alas.
this kid didn't get the memo --)