(on the passing of my mother)

*

a light has gone out

.

the candle that glowed in the window

is burned down to grey smoke

spiriting toward heaven

 .

the path darkened

the way unlit

the door is closed

and the chair empty

the hearth no longer warm

the blush faded from the rose

 .

muted is love’s comforting voice

beneath folds of white

and soft closed eyes

laughter is hushed

.

in a brighter heaven

we are greater for knowing that star

the world lesser without it

 .

tlh 1/24/11

*

cold gray

bleeds from a lurid sky

trickling

over boney skeletons of black trees

standing

in murky pools of dead earth

and winter’s reign

tlh 1/17/11

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howling wind spits snow
gnawing at hard frozen bones
ravenous winter

tlh 1/12/12

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let the dying year pass

give no more thought

to its bitterness and pain

it cannot be relived

only remembered

let go its scarred memories like tears

weeping away from eyes of the hopeful

to the promise of a new day

tlh 12/30/11

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Footsteps trodden upon new fallen snow

make no sound at all

not a whisper in the hush

that blankets tree and field

mountain and valley

hamlet and home

as midnight gates swing silently open

candlelit window sills cast a faint glow on downy paths

lighting the way for Christmas

tlh 12/25/11

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Fraser and Douglas trussed tight

lying on the sidewalk

bound prisoners with no way of escape

stacked like cord wood for a fire

price tags or toe tags

to trees they’re the same…

Merry Christmas!

tlh 12/17/11

“star-crossed”

 +

today I chased the westering sun

to see him set once more

in a blazing sky and watch him race

to rise on a distant shore

to warm a face in twilight waiting

as he ascends the dawning day

to shed his light on a star-crossed lover

and drive the shadows away

but the racing sun outraced me

and slipped silently out of sight

to leave me in the lonesome shadows

of a star-crossed silent night

tlh 12/11/11

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the river is up

not angry yet

but swelling as it flows

beneath a pouring rain

through a moonless night

groping along its banks

feeling with watery fingers

for a weakness

a way out

scratching

clawing at the edges of roads

and fields

at the foundations of houses

and barns

searching for an escape

on the verge of havoc

of destruction

rising to flood

and a chance at freedom

tlh 12/7/11

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rooftop and fence

fodder shocks and haystacks

well house and chicken coop

-

a weathered barn,

the front half of a broke down red tractor

lolling crookedly from its shadowy maw

-

a rusted out old truck

held fast in its place by

tangled generations of

dormant honeysuckle vines

and a concertina of blackberry thorns

-

wintering grass like a carpet

gently rolling down to a Sycamore tree

its whitewashed medusan limbs

stark against an orange-tinted azure sky

-

all lay frozen

 beneath a thick blanket

of sparkling crystalline frost

a landscape in etched glass

-

cold morning breaks silent and still

save for the slow swirl of the grayish river

slipping stiffly between its frosted banks

releasing whispering white ghosts of fog

to lightly dance into the frigid air

-

tlh 11/19/11

 *

the mountains of my home are old

as old as the earth

aged hard faces wearing smooth

with crooked spines and withered fingers

no longer reaching toward heaven

but falling back toward hell

deconstructing

shedding majesty for maturity

strength for sagacity

tumbling rivers for trickling streams

granite heights for trembling stones

misty memories lost in gathering fog

carried away by soft breezes

whispering gently in my ears

reminding me of old mountains

and relentless time

tlh 11/13/11

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