David Middleton

August is the silent time.Caroline Dormon, Bird Talk (1969) It happens every year almost the same And always late in August when we pause Just long enough to see what time has done,Sly changes nearly imperceptible Moment to moment holding us at lastWhile molting birds gone quiet watch the . . . . Continue Reading »

January 6, Epiphany and the first day of Mardi Gras,in the year of Our Lord 2015The quiet alone is holy and enoughSo long as night still darkens into dawnAnd fallen starlight rises from a lawnWhose snowflakes twinkle deep in matter’s stuff.And on this night when hope and fear grew calmThe Wise Men . . . . Continue Reading »

“Noah . . . sent forth a raven; and it went to and fro until the waters were dried up from the earth” ”Genesis 8:6 He loosed the window latch And then he loosened me, My grim cavort The first report, Now made belatedly. From gopher wood and thatch I plied by eye and wing, The ruffled weather, . . . . Continue Reading »