when blue curves closer
as if to cup the earth
and pines' needled spaces
mind can almost touch a Presence
until past dusk
the darkness crystallizes
-- one after one such stars!
A sprinkle, scatterings, mulltitudes
layering thicker and thicker
than any imagined vision
glittering from immensities of black,
beyond and beyond
-- how can a single Spirit
watch over it all?
from Looking for Light
Hidden Brook Press, 2016
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On 2016-07-25, at 8:17 PM, Richard M. Grove wrote:
i have been away from my computer for a few days – visiting my mom – 88.
so glad that far north is being published again.
all the best
i am working on my book. just edited this poem for back cover –
Kayaking on the Ripples of Indian Summer
leaves chatter against gentle shoreline-lapping
sun warms bare legs after cold paddle-dripping sparks zing
breeze carries me a lullaby
after restorative invigorating strokes into fall’s black bay
yin and yang balance restored