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Like the Burning Stake of Saint Joan of Arc

Like the Burning Stake of Saint Joan of Arc A scarlet leaf, a yellow one, a gold Flame leaf, an orange one, these rages yield Enough to cause a fire.  These colors scold The other seasons since they failed to wield Such passion.  They held hot as summer sun And cool...

After Prolonged Dark Moving Hours

After Prolonged Dark Moving Hours His life is opened by the sight of dawn, One dawn unlike the others as the sun Predicts itself before the sunrise drawn By something more than splendor, night outrun By waking in eternity of sky, A realm that never knows horizon or A...

In the Woodland

               In the Woodland This moment, then another, cherry trees Experience a lifted limb, their blooms Go up and down.  A blast of wind, or breeze As gentle as the blossoms sees their tombs Implied.  “Is this enlightenment?” spring asks. In Maytime forests here...

No, Not Really

                 No, Not Really The Christ will not ascend to heaven while One sinner screams in hell or close His gates. This absolute is known, or, if not, vile That Gospel truth of love since hellfire waits Forever and forever forcing God, Omniscient, to feel the...

Despite the Yearlong Darkness Under the Hedge

Despite the Yearlong Darkness Under the Hedge Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I pass the place of violets along The little lane that leads me from the square I live in, in my red brick house.  No song Is...