by phillipw | Apr 16, 2020 | AU, LO, NI
Lorena, Logic, Love, Loss The thought of Aunt Lorena crossed my mind Today while shaving. Human brains are strange Like feral cats who once were tame. Designed For logic, heads can sometimes disarrange Their purpose unpredictably. Why should My mind thinks, “Aunt...
by phillipw | Mar 12, 2020 | AU, GR, MO
The Rim Falls written on the edge of orange leaves, Upon the curling crest of surfer’s waves, On Violetta’s lashes as she grieves, The falling salt of love, salt eyes by graves— Are stunning all. They lame the heart and lung, These autumns peer...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2020 | AU
Pastels and Mists are not the Heights of Mystery The air of brilliant autumn days here in Vermont has something unexplained to say. New England has a revelation twin To mystery. Heavy with a light of day This revelation’s sense is not revealed. The mystery is...
by phillipw | Feb 14, 2020 | AU, FA
Royal Fields and Horizon, Windsor: Crown, Orb and Swaying Sceptre The gentle foliage arc the hill provides Because of autumn limbs held up to touch The blue curved sky, this two-greened arch, divides The earth from heaven and then joins up much Besides. The dual bow...
by phillipw | Dec 27, 2019 | AU
Morning After Rains They plant their roots for firmness in the earth. They do not think of death but plan for pods And seeds. Their blueprints are for birth. They have a strong disdain for lightning rods, For what is living for except for heights? They...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | AU, FA, SP, TR
Tree Fates When trees begin to pale with hints of bling The first effect seems like a gauze-glove haar, A tailored fitting from the hidden spring Which spins this morning mist, distinct and far Removed from gloom. It corresponds with dawn. Yet...
