by phillipw | Dec 27, 2019 | SP
Spenser’s Red Cross Knight The Red Cross Knight was far too much. The dark Spell-casters, monsters, faeries—wotever— He kept avoiding, meeting in the park Of that ridiculous poem, never Found him interesting enough to defeat. The bad guys and bewitchers were the...
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...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | MA, SP
Sun Christened Springtime Buds ………… Camellias on Chepstow Crescent, London, March 2, 2019 Sun christened springtime buds of blooms and leaves Come out and hum a melody. The chill Air shouts, “Not yet,” so each new shoot aggrieves...
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...
