Category Archives: Poetry

3 AM Why? darkness my old friend, sure but why meet so often? the hours sit like fat toads staring, unblinking I get so tired of this

We are the ones who came after We are the dreams of old people In the days before they were old The sun of other days The stars of other nights Belong to us now Belong to us now For … Continue reading →

“Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’ We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, … Continue reading →

Warm tea at sunrise Two people watch in silence The world comes to life

(Photo courtesy the Image Gallery of the American and New England Studies program of the University of Southern Maine.) Once again today I heard a radio commentator repeat “Robert Frost’s good advice”, that “good fences make good neighbors”. And I … Continue reading →