Give Way to White

These are strange times
Whispers, movement
Out of the corner of
an eye

Standing still to listen
hands wound up
Heart bent full
to wishing

Praise be the days
flashing, flowiing
Not living, but
not ready to die

Small feet in shoes
bigger eyes than
The earth, full
of hues

Century goes quick
slowly, coming round
To stop, to wait,
to sit

The leaves, the fall
give way to white
To grey, to I don't
care at all

Heaven has lips, and
speaks of things
Distant, melting ice
and chips

I can hear
among the things
Send me spring and
take fear

Open hands closing
palm of dirt, grass
The face of flowers
throwing

And bring me
bring me. Again.
to home

That Sacred Stone

What has become
of the holiness
That sacred stone
The jar of bones

Cast aside
Not out of sight
But out of mind
My head pressed
Up against the breast
Curled up tight
By myself
But not alone

Where has the
Water run?
Jordan has come
Wound its way around
And then gone

What have I left
But this pile of stones?
Not a single tree
But me
I am done.