• A Fresh Journey

    Son of the earth and sea and sand,
    Dwell not on the trials of yesterday,
    Bridges, and tunnels, and barns
    Ghostly reflections of passageways and dwellings... more »

  • The Man In The Garden

    I wish I could have been in the Garden,
    Where first you groomed those tender rows of rhyme,
    When the Sculptor, the Doctor, the Poet,
    Planted seeds ripe for the marking of time.... more »

  • Your Season

    The quiet willow softly blossoms,
    With her gentle blush of red,
    Love's tender touch so shyly felt,
    Through sunshine spilled overhead.... more »