The Old Green Bridge Was Green Again

In the empty of the evening In the remnants of the day When my head was half deciding That fatigue would have its way, I could hear the bamboo singing Like it did before the storm And though a north wind blew, My heart surrendered to the warm. In the solace of the evening WhenContinue reading “The Old Green Bridge Was Green Again”

Burned Roots

He looked at an old photograph and commented: Life and love were so uncomplicated back then. Yes, I said. How did we manage to complicate it so? I think that I’ve over-fertilized my garden and burned the roots. I think the drought of our carelessness dried it up and the first faint winds of discordContinue reading “Burned Roots”