Category Archives: Quatrain
It is never too late
To say your peace
Unless of course
You leave it too late
I thank you all, my dear Scots
For those years passed away back in Stirling
May your pipes remain forever a-skirling
Down here mid my scented forget-me-nots
MODERN LOVE, MODERN DEATH
Dead now Bowie of course
While we are not … Not yet
Just standing in the queue
While distracting ourselves
To find strength and comfort in uncertainty
Is the reward for an earnest searching
Beyond the generally agreed upon
And thenceforth universally decreed
She returned from the doctor’s surgery.
There was a silence. Then another. Then.
“He says it’s terminal,” she said.
“Life is terminal,” he replied quietly.
GOOD TO SEE YOU, BUD
One thing leads to another
Links in an ongoing chain
A necklace to adorn our Mother
Here comes Summer again and again
This one’s for Audrey (and many another).
I hit the road
It hit me back
We paused a mo
Now here we go