Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Without a word earth dons a winter coat And ties a hat of wool under her chin The garden is a dream in her pocket The wind...

After the laughter and clinking of spoons After the stirring and sipping of tea After a slow-steeped love-spun afternoon We ...

Maybe, in time I will not feel Those scars tattooed on the keel of the clock Expanding with moments the reel of an ocean S...

Mostly you move me with beauty of duty Morning-fresh splendor and twilight-plush sigh You spell the words to my life-story...

(This is the first white, well, white-ish December morning here this year... But by the time the rain has run its course I think ...