Inversnaid

This dark handsome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.

A...

Holy As A Day Is Spent

Holy is the dish and drain
The soap and sink, the cup and plate
And the warm wool socks, and the cold white tile
Showerheads and good dry towels

And frying eggs sound...

When Horror Becomes Mundane


The mystery is not that evil exists (undeniable)
or that evil men will seek power (inevitable)
but that good people give it to them.

We trade our fears and...

It Is Up To Us

I can feel violence coming toward me
The Tsunami that Ruth Ozeki said
Brought Japan closer to us,
And maybe North Korea and Niger.
Can you hear the continuing wars:
The...

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always...

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William Rain is a nature photographer living in Boulder, Co.
This photo goes nicely with the poem and the poem goes nicely with William.

Lovely poem, Larry. Thanks for sharing. It reminded me of Mary Oliver's wonderful poem, a kind of corollary:


WILD GEESE


You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your...

Daffodil

If she could speakhttps://www.WaccoBB.net/forums/waccobb/keep90days/2017-03-07_10-50-24.png
as she drives her bloom

to open, would she tell us of
the roots beneath her,

who were...