Hairline crack, no bell sound

Hairline crack, no bell sound

Limping close to the floor

Dropping loves and friendships

To fit the narrow door

Into a smaller room

Where the ceiling hangs low

With no movement of air

Yet a strong undertow

Wading in the future

Wading in the future

Trying it on for size

Even though it’s not here

Something to realize

Is it a trophy cup

Or second or third prize

Will it fail to medal

Exultations or sighs

I went looking for stars

I went looking for stars

As dirt rose from my feet

Wanting success, finding

Compromise and defeat

And when the dust settles

Will you see that I’ve tried

A lit match for a star

Good intentions implied

Coming up for fresh air

Coming up for fresh air
The land is wide and long
The sky spotted with clouds
Notes looking for a song

Immediate and now
The present demanding
Attention to detail
With full understanding

When the naked woods fence

When the naked woods fence

The setting winter sun

Forests with light flicker

And twilight has begun

Airplanes are heading west

Chasing the time and day

And yet tomorrow comes

It always makes its way

Far from the crowded flock

Far from the crowded flock

Looking for the one tree

That grows out from the woods

Tall and solitary

An unobstructed view

Don an apron of space

See storm clouds coming or

Blue skies without a trace 

With you, my Valentine

With you, my Valentine
New York City in snow
The music, La Boheme
The day wrapped with a bow

St Patrick's Cathedral
Each crevice flocked in white
Snowflakes climbing buildings
Two peas, one pod, one night