Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The year winds down.... This poem is from the new collection, EMBLEM.


All my undone actions wander
naked across the calendar,

a band of skinny hunter-gatherers,
blown snow scattered here and there,

stumbling toward a future
folded in the New Year I secure

with a pushpin: January’s picture
a painting from the 17th century,

a still-life: skull and mirror,
spilled coinpurse and a flower.

1 comment:

Janice Gary said...

I love those first four lines. It's like a eulogy for all those things planned, thought about, maybes, should do's -- gives the unlived life a home, a place to lay down flowers and move on from. I look at this and can turn to a new year of things that will be done and not done. Thank you.