The artist may tarnish,
but his art remains clean
His intention stays ageless,
his wishes pristine
Though rust covers over
what’s harder to see
The base is still there
—and the spirit still free
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Leaving Grandma\'s House
I walked the same path I had always walked,
but the flowers and the bushes were changed
The birds had stopped singing, the woods became dark,
and my memory a tiger untamed
I came to that spot where tomorrow began,
but the gates to its entry were closed
The path veering inward where remembrance escaped
—to wander both free and alone
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: December, 2021)