by phillipw | Dec 4, 2019 | SP
Speeding along the Motorway Towards the Russian Orthodox Church, Decades after Our Evening in Northwest D.C. The distance hauled a beauty over all The autumn leaves, converted them to haze Almost, especially one tree in thrall To oranges and yellows with...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | SP
I Reject the Perpetual Lie of Noon The night attenuates the springtime limbs. The light, such as it is, depletes their blooms That in the sun were more than April whims But now seem waiting for harsh showers, dooms. But not this evening. No. The gentle light...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | SP
Magic and Magic, Spring and Spring Trees eveanesce once they have bloomed each spring. They disappear in humdrum hues and we Ride past them unaware. A magic ring Is cut in bark. Invisibility Results. As if they were not ever there In puffed...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | AN, RE, SP
Love Stripped Naked and Transcending Guatama leaves his palace and wanders From his wealth across the plains, sits beneath A tree in calmness made of mind, ponders The cosmos, blasting pleasures, lasting pains, And settles on the center of a flower. It grows...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CO, DE, MA, SP
Breathing Death The pink magnolias creased, bruise-brown, well nigh Immediately in springtime air. The breeze Came blustering and wrinkled in the dye Of death on unsuspecting trees. Of course they will not die, not yet, nor yet These fleshy blossoms opened...
by phillipw | Sep 18, 2019 | FA, SP
Spenser’s Red Cross Knight Edmund Spenser, Wikipedia The Red Cross Knight was far too much. The dark Spell-casters, monsters, faeries–whatever– He kept avoiding, meeting in the park Of that ridiculous poem, never Found him interesting...
