Flowering Song

We sing of the cherry in spring; Of the dogwood in all likelihood; Of hawthorne, of plum and then some-- And of the flood of the redbud; Of some the form is full-born A white and moving sea in daylight At night a ghost; a rosy host In morning until the nightbirds sing; Some have … Continue reading Flowering Song


Canticles for the Twelve Moods

Touch the water and see Spread from your finger-tip The circle of memory Come and gone as quick; A tap from the bat rings out Striking the point of will No belief, no thought, no doubt Only a moment of skill; Rising across the marsh A voice is heard in song To us it is … Continue reading Canticles for the Twelve Moods