the rains grow our children
green and tall
as the green grain in springtime
our children grow
all fated to greatness
let the rains fall
let the rains grow our children
Poetry?
fog
fog
mist
(you)
clarity
#4wordspoet
the sun is paler
the sun is paler than the milky sky
the winter east wind cuts faces deep
empty grey days stretch out ahead of us
empty days stretch out grey ahead of us
today the sun is shining
today the sun is shining
and today that is important
today the birds are singing
and today that is important
today there are children laughing
and today that is important
we never know when the world may fall
or our world may fall apart
but if there is sun and song and children laughing
I know there will always be hope
For Giò, 1959-2020
root
snow drifts in white flags
lineless seamless blankness
below the surface green roots
the sky is tired
the sky is tired
of holding clouds high
so lets them settle
on the roads and the rivers
and we stay where we are
and think of one another
the fog has stolen
the fog has stolen
the town the fields the buildings
all that remains
is the river
and hope
running this morning
breathless heart pounding
rain chilling
sharp hailing
only one goal in my mind
the sky cracked
the sky cracked a little
and hope shone in
your hand on my back we look forward
and hear the blackbirds sing
my guiding star
my guiding star may be low
below the horizon
may disappear
at the rising of the sun
may fall unnoticed
from my conscious mind
but always and forever
it is there that I shall run
