Spring is in the air, and jessamine’s in the pine tree’s hair. My second-story bedroom window looks out into a nearby stand of pine trees, and a flash of yellow caught my eye a few days ago as I opened my window shade. Grabbing a piece of paper, I dashed off a few exploratory lines …
"Second Glance" Not a tire in the road, but a turtle striking out on adventure. If you've ever dodged a turtle on the highway, I think you'll recognize this scene. Normally, I can distinguish turtles' distinct profile from a distance with the curve of their shell and the little neck arched out. This particular time, though, …
Twin paths that travel a thousand miles side by side, arms locked forever. The inspiration for this haiku came to me as I was driving along an interstate overpass and saw the twin silver rods of a railroad winking at me through the trees below. I thought about how this pair of iron rails rides …
Where is he, the promised seed? Where is the ram, the great I AM? Where is the priest who will intercede? Where is he, the prophet true? Where is the one, David’s greater Son? Where is the babe who was born this day? Where is he, born the Jewish king? Where is the child, a …
Not that long ago, this time of year would have meant research papers, recitals, and final exams. In that context during college, I penned the following poem, which I'm sharing now as a brief poetic tribute to the season and to those who are currently finishing it out. "Finals" Death by a thousand paper cuts,Hands …
The first lines of this poem came to me as I was driving home in the evening and saw a lone white tree flowering in the woods near the highway's edge. "Spring's Reprise" The wild fruit trees are white with spring;The redbuds are empurplingThe brown and green and grayOf winter’s gentle passing away. Spring but …
