The Whole Point: englyn unodle crwca
What’s the point of anything?
Who knows what tomorrow brings?
Can anyone who sings such sad songs
not feel wrong when it’s spring?
Tag: spring
(Sub)urban Lawns: toddaid byr
The world is changed each day; each morning sun undoes as it is born. From yesterday it lets the seed we sow grow into what it needs. But what has come before is gone and past; last summer’s fading lawn becomes the mulch that feeds the fresh grass blades that fade so soon from view. […]
I Cannot Speak: rondeau
I cannot speak of what I’ve seen: the smell of bleach is on those scenes, and faintly, on each memory’s breath, a subtle scent of loss and death, with hints of joy and hope between. I hear the dripping fat, I dream of crackles in the kerosene that sizzle ’til there’s nothing left; I cannot […]
Come Up: englyn proest dalgron
Come up again from the earth; break through the cold crust and breathe! Stretch those limbs, no worse for wear; awake from your winter death! Rise up through the thawing soil, and drink the melting snow moist; with your rested throat come join the rest of the newborn choir! Shake loose the dirt, seek the […]
Midwinter’s Tale: a carol (or carole)
Joyous tidings! Dance and sing! Born, the sun, and with it, Spring! Birth and rebirth, life’s delight: in dark winter’s longest night comes the spark of new year’s light. Joyous tidings! Dance and sing! Life’s bright flame shines through the cold, now as in the days of old; watch with joy as life unfolds. Born, […]
Seasons After Spring
I’m just an outlaw over 40 with no airtime on the radio today where each hot new hit’s a retrofit of juvenile emotion and cliche; but I’m laughing at the demographics every time I get a chance to play ’cause for me real country music isn’t about some gold records on display. I’m just an […]
Spring Cleaning
Today spring cleaning must begin for real: let winter’s dull and hibernating dust find ends of brooms; quick, scour away the rust to let the nearing sunlight glint reveal the sparkled surface that has long been marred by candles and their residue of ash; and that stockpile of season’s greetings cash, if not gone, spend […]