by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Grain is gold against autumn’s withering dust To be gathered up, carted, and stored. And, drawn down for my winter’s crust, Till all remains are crumbs upon the kitchen floor. While new-seed still sleeps within its sack, And the tools on racks, still burnish rusty stain, The blossoms … Continue reading Crumbs Upon the Kitchen Floor
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Before the First Footsteps Break
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Maiden Nature gowned in white. Like porcelain, crisp and bright. Such a lovely, lovely sight, Stepping out into the wintery, silent night. Before the world's awake.Before the first footsteps break,And, the peace and silence, take,As the rumblings of another day begin to quake.Silence and sister peace, were made first for … Continue reading Before the First Footsteps Break
Spring Comes
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Old-faithful, evergreen eruptions, pierce the sky. Like Paschal candles, Sun-flame flickering off their tops remind us, not all beneath the snow-white funeral cloth is dead; but lives still, reposed in quiet hibernations. To awake refreshed, ready to re-clothe the spirit when spring comes.
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