Tuesday, February 25, 2020


Onward and Upward

Excitement of new beginnings, hope springs lively 
Apprehension, patience, fulfillment of psyche, 
Onward to rewarding light, to painterly words. 

Works of brightness, of heights and lows, of dark sky wrent 
Users and inconstant fair-weather friends absent 
Reaching returns uncertainty, silence, cut cords. 

Tutelage perhaps? Aloneness? Future’s binding? 
All who defined me are dead, reclused or hiding. 
Self-wrought, I traverse frozen winters, iced fjords. 



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