Hillside

The hill stands by the mountain, The snow falls on the hill, The child plays out in the snow, Out where the air is still. The day turns into evening, The mind turns in, and out, But whether we are all that wise We never think To doubt

The Words Loved

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain … Continue reading "The Words Loved"

Some Days, Some Songs…

… just seem appropriate.  Today, as I’m driving back from Florida, it’s this song. Holding back the years Thinking of the fear I’ve had so long When somebody hears Listen to the fear that’s gone Strangled by the wishes of pater Hoping for the arms of mater Get to me the sooner or later Holding … Continue reading "Some Days, Some Songs…"