The Quiet Constance Of A Cairn

the sun
is always shining
on my memories of you


head on
mother nature’s shoulder
respite from the world

Time’s Bridge

the center reaches
for the shore
shadows seek the light

Darkness in the Light

lantern’s speck of light
trusted guide
on a dark day

Goodbye My Dear Friend

He goes free of the earth.

The sun of his last day sets
clear in the sweetness of his liberty.

The earth recovers from his dying,
the hallow of his life remaining
in all his death leaves.

Radiances know him. Grown lighter
than breath, he is set free
in our remembering. Grown brighter
than vision, he goes dark
into the life of the hill
that holds his peace.

He’s hidden among all that is,
and cannot be lost.

Wendell Berry


Spirit in Clouds

During dark days
if I remember to look up
I can see your magnificence
shining on me.