Easter Sonnet

Within the blackness of the night His body lies at rest Alone within His catacomb, amidst the quiet chill His skin is pale and bled of life, no air’s within His chest He lies in state, forsook by God, within the lonely hill She weeps within the waning night, alone before the morn When death …

Imbolc

As winter’s rage o’erwhelms the silent earth a whiff of life, a whisper, is exhaled beyond the grip of ice on rimy firths - A herald of the death of sorrow’s Hel. She strains and groans against the fading veil for in the twilight glow the prime is birthed between the knees of rolling mounds …

Love is Enough

Soon we shall die and all memory of these five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for awhile and forgotten.  Bu the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them.  Even memory is not necessary for love.  There is a land …