Monday, April 25, 2016


Events remain in the saddle around here. Better days are ahead.

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing 
Memory and desire, stirring 
Dull roots with spring rain. 

There will be children with robins and flowers
Sunshine caresses each new waking hour
Seems to me that the people keep seeing
More and more each day gotta say lead the way


Gino said...

hoping it all works out.

Mr. D said...

Thank you, sir. I'll share more when I can.

W.B. Picklesworth said...

I love the form of that first poem.

W.B. Picklesworth said...

I gave it a try:

The balding minister lit candles, waiting
To feel the blessed peace of Christ, descending
On a fragile and flawed saint, hoping
For the light to overcome the darkness.