A Horse's Eyes
A horse's brown eyes
Are quiet, dim, and patient;
Strength sleeps in their gaze.
Cruel Sleeper
How could you sleep, love,
While I turn unceasingly
Fluttering empty sheets?
Black River
The
river is black
Whose shore we must reach. Across
Its dark, dense fogs writhe.
Sun and Earth
Lonely
the Sun sits,
Enthroned in light and splendor;
By night, the Earth pines.
The Vine
The lonely young vine
In the cold, nascent autumn
Stroked the aging elm.
George Chadderdon © 2002