Sunday, November 3, 2013

Three Poems on the Solitude of Autumn Wind

a windstorm in autumn

can do the strangest things

with candle light


it is good when it is dark

and the wind is blowing

so that when you look to the stars

you mistake the few small passing clouds

for subtle darknesses in the universe

that slowly shift


not even the restless winds

can stir my granitic soul;

my only hope is for

a thoughtless autumn

in the golden crown-fire

of sunrise in the fir tops