Without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely.
There is always some specific moment when we become aware that our youth is gone; but, years after, we know it was much later.
The sun with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.
Man is what he believes.
Just yesterday, they started keeping house...
Molly was young and he was straight and tall.
"What am I offered for these maple chairs?"
He hears the droning voices rise and fall.
The bed in which they slept for fifty years,
The cherry table Molly always set,
The cradle that was never used, are sold.
The lengthened shadows deepen his regret.
The farm is offered last. A young man bids,
An eager Molly clinging to his hand.
The old man wonders if they know they buy
More than a farm, when they bid on his land.
St. Patrick's Day is an enchanted time
Late Winter Snow
These small sierras sawing at the sky
Border the highway as the plow goes by.
The snowdrifts fatten on the leeward side
While papers, beer cans, garbage hide
Beneath the graying blanket on the ground.
At thawing time the long lost will be found —
Litter and junk, tumbled snow fences...
Let's hope spring cleaning comes when spring commences!
Thou art not dead! Thou art the whole Of life that quickens in the sod.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
There is no road toward peace, peace is the road.