Hark the frozen words,
held to Winter’s frigid breast,
whispering Spring’s thaw.

Hark the frozen words,
held to Winter’s frigid breast,
whispering Spring’s thaw.
Dappled innocence
lies abluted at road side
by warm, summer rain
7-15-15
You were a giant.
No small wonder my world shook
the morning you fell.
6.19.15
(tribute to my father who passed 6.19.10)