Glimpsed
I had not thought of being glad again. I can endure the opening of each day, Do small tasks in an ordinary way, And bear the nights, each night as long as ten. And I can read the words that people pen In sympathy, see visitors, and say The right words, even asking them to […]
Change
I never feared before To see the bright leaves fall And the relentless rain Erasing all Their brightness. Now I tremble For when my heart was brave I had not seen them falling On your grave. –written in 1949
Mule Barn
The new mule barn was once a country church The congregation, prospering, sold for lumber And built a fine one. Now the red mules lurch And sway from side to side in rhythmic slumber In stalls constructed of converted pews With all the drowsy rectitude of deacons Who half awaken, now and then, to muse […]