Thursday, December 15, 2011

Lake Country

Photo Courtesy of Sonja Bingen

Dark line, thin divide
sky and lake face,
gaze upon 
cloud and ripple, 
flush of fading sun,
in cold depths unseen
but deeply known,
night
stretching
to ancient space.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Travis Moonrise



Over barren trees
the tattered moon 
ascends, barely clearing
dark hills
pausing, unwilling
to fall back 
into cold, delta fog,

like the lumbering C-5 
through the gloom 
rising on bright thunderbolts
to December's
bleeding moon.



Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Uncertain Night


Uncertain night,
cold lamp-light
pitches misty tents,
meager respite
from December's blight.

Winter fog softens
both pain and joy,
consigns hot youth
to sterile void.

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Неопределенная Ночь

неопределенной ночью,
холодной лампы света
смолы туманной палатки,
скудные передышку
от ожога в декабре.

Зимний туман смягчает
боль и радость,
предает горячей молодежи
в стерильной пустоты.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Asphodel




Dry grass is shifting
in chill autumn wind

soft hills once green
are brown once again

I yearn for the rain,
winter's blessing to fall

and spread wide white fields
of asphodel.

Gray stones mark my
resting place

deep in the earth
where I lie by dark lakes,

but in winter I crave
the fruit of the pall

Oh, spread wide bright fields
of asphodel.
___________

 Author's Note: Asphodel, in Ancient Greek mythology, is a favored food of the dead and is often planted at grave-sites.
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Aсфодель

Сухая трава смещается
В осенний ветер холод

мягкие холмы когда-то зеленый
коричневые раз

Я жажду дождь,
Зимой благословение падать

и широко расставив белые поля
из асфодель.

Серые камни помяни мое
место отдыха

глубоко в земле
где я лежу на темные озера,

но зимой я жажду
Плод покров

Ох, широко расставив яркие поля
из асфодель.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Advent Song


In the cold, hard dome
of December's sky,
distant stars carelessly glide
above our dark, bewildered lives

as we search heaven
for one, perfect  star,
but despair that, for us, 
heaven's too far.

What gift can we give you, 
O Bethlehem's son,
to help save the children
of faithless Eve and bold Adam?