What describes a Poet,
let me count the ways
To once describe a morning,
emerging through the haze
What describes a season,
its leaves from green to brown
What describes a heartbeat,
when your lover can’t be found
What describes a reason,
with excuses cast away
What describes a child’s laugh,
joyous on display
What describes a place called home,
to a soldier sent to war
And what describes that final breath
—to an old man wanting more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The Winter Snows
Planting words inside my garden,
watering them at will
Staking memories long forgotten,
feelings cold and shrill
Row by row the letters planted,
phrases start to grow
Whose cool fall day a harvest brings
—to feed the winter snows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The Forest & The Trees
Quantum Superposition,
forever preying on our minds
Refusing to admit what consciousness knows,
its theory never finds
The more complex the argument,
the further afield it falls
Roaming and scattered amidst the trees,
blind to the forests call
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The Lost Dove
I can’t give it to you scientifically,
and that’s the only way you want it
Therefore, the enormous part of you that’s missing,
—will stay forever gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
‘To My Naturalist Friends’
The Journey
It can take a lifetime…
to learn how to write like yourself
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)