Ramble Jack

Ramble Jack went walking

down long and dusty trails

Ramble Jack went striding

in green and misty vales

Ramble Jacks's a wanderer

He's a friend to every man

Ramble Jack please come home

to where it all began.

Life as a One Note Chord or The Divine Misapprehension of Soliloquy Part 6

Beginning

early

morning

light

heat

shadows

nightfall

ashes

dust

The End

Threads

The robin dances in the yard and I watch it from my seat by the bay window

where I spend my days weaving my shroud

snipping the threads of an ever shortening span

If I die in summer bury me in a sun dappled field

And if I die in autumn let me rest under the branches

of the gnarled oak tree

If it is in winter let the north wind carry my soul away

And if it is in springtime let the fragrance of the lilies

usher me into everlasting day

Down Season Redux

The slate gray skies are cold and hard this morning

Sullen clouds go scudding 'cross the bleak tableau

Obscuring my view of you

The weeping rain echoes my sentiments

And I take another sip of this poison I alone have brewed

I drink this down season to its dregs

And stare into the corpse-cold distance

I lie in the sodden grass lie an abandoned mausoleum

And bleat my fear and sorrow

Where are you? Where are you? I call

Won't you wrap your arms around me?

Or have I crucified them

Again?