Sunday, October 4, 2015

the river

across the river
the tune
my father used to whistle
on summer mornings 

~red lights 11:2, June 2015

no bridge
to that sunlit shore—
the stone
I skip across the river
falls short

~A Hundred Gourds 4:3, June 2015

step by step
I cross the stream 
on a fallen tree—
with open arms I balance 
childhood and old age

~Skylark 3:1, summer 2015


  1. I find these 3 poems fit well together and I love the crisp images. My favorite is "no bridge to that sunlit shore," which also works metaphorically. Thanks!

  2. So wonderful, and I feel like I'm there with you!