Snippets From A Life

In a city winter Myself and a witnessing tree Stood outside the houseI was brought up in Watching the snow fall softly Somewhere, as always, there would be an auto wreck Somewhere as always, there would a Babel Of non-communication Somewhere as always, the blood of a stranger Spreads on the pavement behind a pub In the Book of Blues I have noted my childhood whispers Where chills and fevers brewed behind bedroom walls In dreams the storm clouds, called out Come In In books, cosmopolitan greetings stretched out welcomes In my Book of Hours, my sketch book of the heart, I was a dumb instrument. Art was my Fervent Gospel Grown older my journey to love Led to the Land of Unkindness Listener!The roses had thorns Something ugly whimpered in the reeds Now I have Meditations for any Emergency Mind Breaths, with Mountain Intervals Brushing the sky: Balquhidder, Bennachie, and Lochnagar No thanks, ocean, nothing for me today I am a Highland creature Welcome, midnight owl Welcome Silent Days In the Enormous Roomof yesterday (70 years and counting) There's a blue guitar There's a marble stag There's a Museum of lost dreams At the end of my mind Beyond the Seven Seas Beyond the Song of Amergin Beyond the Singing Bowls Beyond the Story-Tellers Beyond the tears of Cernunnos A winding stair leads to a dead son And the shrouded faces of ancestors