Tuesday, April 30, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 30


The spring field,
the dry air,

dust lifted
by wind.

Every year
we make a deal

though we don't
always keep it.



Monday, April 29, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 29


The wind in
this year's trees

tells the same
story as always.



Sunday, April 28, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


"I could
write all night

if the darkness
would

unhand me."

*

"Writing at night?
Yes, I do

some of my best
work in the dark."

*

"Knowing
and not

knowing,
the sacred

bliss."



Saturday, April 27, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


"Silence

or shards

of a
poem?

Which?
Why?"

*

"Sly humor
does not

lift the sky.
You need

big wind."

*

"I have pulled
the rip-cord

and still
no poem.

The wind is
something

fearsome."



Friday, April 26, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 26


Good earth.
Sun.

Distance.
Moisture.

The proper
motion.

It springs
green, this

spring.



Thursday, April 25, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 25


Ah, sky.
Nothing but

sun and wind
and the green

roll of everything.
Morning

sings it all.



Wednesday, April 24, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 24


Out the window,
a morning orchestra

tunes for hours.



Tuesday, April 23, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 23


A hard
wind tearing

the sky,
this

fabric
of light.



Monday, April 22, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 22


White petals
on the wind -

storm blossoms.



Sunday, April 21, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


"Ah, rock,
patient earth.

A warming
sun, the wind.

We have
what we have

and it's good
enough.

Why do we
want for more?"

*

"What the universe is.
What nothing was,

in the beginning.
There is much

I don't comprehend,
and much

I wouldn't want to."

*

"Lord, you look
at me with

kind eyes,
and then

you look
away."



Saturday, April 20, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


"You lift us,
Lord, for what?"

*

"The business
of poetry

is wisdom,
not wealth.

Let go
the obsession

with money
and fame."

*

"Perhaps
that is

not the
word, yet

there is
not a

better
one."



Friday, April 19, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 19


Warning
to worms -

the robin
needs only

one good
eye.



Thursday, April 18, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 18


Sandhill crane
working the bare
spring field -

conductor
in an empty
auditorium.



Wednesday, April 17, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 17


Small black birds.
Wide green lawns.

And still we are
waiting for spring.



Tuesday, April 16, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 16


Slow rain
this morning.

The farmer
sleeps late.



Monday, April 15, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 15


Storm
coming -

more noise
than crows.



Sunday, April 14, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


"I am
moving

fast, yet
I don't

mean to
hurry."

*

"These
words,

the least
of the day

or
the most."

*

"If we would
pray, let us

pray to rock
and trees and

air and the sun
which warms us."



Saturday, April 13, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


"Poet?
What does

a poet
do? What

he must -
Quite

a lot of
nothing."

*

“Even in
the midst of
men,

I am
the lonely
one.”

*

“Better
to say it

roughly
and mean it

than to
scan without

passion,
smoothly.”



Friday, April 12, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 12


Enough
wind to

fill the
trees and

sail them
away.



Thursday, April 11, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 11


After the slate
grey of winter,

all this green,
bright as fire.



Wednesday, April 10, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 10


Storm, do not
take down our

trees - let them
bend, let them

shake and race
as if chasing

the wind.



Tuesday, April 09, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 9


The wind,
and trees

wishing
for sun.



Monday, April 08, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 8


A grey
day
in spring.

Let
the horses
run.



Sunday, April 07, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“If you must
count, count

in the ear,
not on your

fingers.”

*

“All the stars are
set in heaven

and for naught
do men make plans.

The grind stone grinds.
It grinds, and what

it grinds is us.”

*

“The plan has
not been grand -

sometimes we
dine divine;

sometimes we
eat each other.”




Saturday, April 06, 2013


from THE OLD POET SAYS


“Nothing to say?
For God's sakes, say

it and be done.”

*

“That we are not
alone,

that there are others
wiser than we are,

we pray, O Lord.”

*

“Some days you slap yourself
silly, there's still nothing there.”



Friday, April 05, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 5


A river
at flood stage,

this moment.



Thursday, April 04, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 4


Ah, the lilac -
not afraid to

say it's spring.



Wednesday, April 03, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 3


Water
over

the edge
of flood,

the wide
road.



Tuesday, April 02, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 2


Ah, fat
robin

in the
Easter

sun, sing
me, sing

me now
of spring.



Monday, April 01, 2013


LINES FOR APRIL 1


A trey of ducks
overhead -
three of a kind.

In the distance,
two cranes, so
now a full-house.

Spring plays this game
every year and,
every year, wins.



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