Saturday, March 16, 2013
Saturday, September 22, 2012
On The Eve Of Fall a Poem by Stephen Craig Rowe
On the eve of fall night light is damp with full clouds and a chill in the air. Some stars shine as others fade in the gray sky of night. Roses speak soft poetry and turn deaf gardens into light. Trees on the ridge thin as brush rustles in doe steps and tap dance of pattering rain. Perhaps a quiet turn of seasons or perhaps a turn of light twists dawn to day with recall of the father and all the poetry there is and was and ever be well.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Saturday, July 07, 2012
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
On Eve Of Solstice
On eve of solstice there is a heat in the air. A more than warm breeze. Recall poetry past
then write new words as they fall on the page in light and folds of the rose. There in a
moments bless green surges to twilight waiting for rain with one hand in the earth and one
hand in the stars. Wearing night like a crown she drapes my time around her. As ever be well