The valley sinks into the mist;
the yellow ring of the horizon
eclipses the cornea of the sun;
the ridge blooms purple on my wrist,
fading, inimical and black.
The earth exhales into the dusk,
frost forming in the shaded husk
of afterglows. My wine and sack
my only friends, I hear the call
of hovering owls, as stars drift down.
A hawk upon a bough, no town
high or below, I wait for Fall.
17 April 2017
Remembering Rudyard Kipling (December 30, 1865-January 18, 1936)
The Hypocrisies of Heaven: Poems New & Old
Journey Late at Night: Poems & Translations
Tikkun Olam & Other Poems
Remembering Roy Campbell (October 2, 1901–April 22, 1957)
Remembering Rudyard Kipling:
December 30, 1865 to January 18, 1936
For Leo Yankevich:
October 30, 1961 to December 11, 2018
The Counter-Currents 2019 Fundraiser
The Struggle Continues