Random Poems

from LUMINOUS

No Sunday Sales

 

The trees in McIntosh’s orchard
stand stalwart
against the skies of December,
face snow and ice with serenity,
certain of their place, graced
with promises to keep,
Cortland, Transparent, Delicious,
Jonathon, Rome, and Spy,
a litany of apples.
For three generations
these trees have held their ground
asking only work
and reverence.

 

from SCATTER THE LIGHT

November Staunton Virginia

 

Gossamer fog settles
silently over the town
masking the clock tower
and church spires,
Afton Mountain slides
from sight like a ship
leaving harbor, even
crows stay at home.