Sixties Dream

Sixties Dream

Those days were the ones of great change
That can be touched, now on briefly
On April afternoons that mark the line between seasons
Bordered by hyacinth, daffodil, crocus, forsythia, lilac and new leaf
A haze lightly touching the distant hills
As much a state of consciousness as reality
The night chill, watching Orion approach oblivion in the west
It is almost possible to feel young again on those days
And know that all is possible.

Bailout Demo

Olivia's Overlook

Autumn had blanketed the Berkshires at Olivia’s Overlook
With burnt orange, red, gold, brown and unvanquished green
That disappeared on mountain ridges in the smoky atmosphere of early fall
Stockbridge Bowl a mirror to this seemingly timeless parade of natural beauty.

Before The Frost

Honeybees dart between the black-eyed Susans and zinnias
A frenzy that seems so foreign to this serene crystalline day at summer’s end
The air is pure before the frost and harvest moon
The night transparent velvet.

The Night Is So Silent

The night is so silent
Time seems immutable
The stars appear still as the river exhales mist
Giving off its summer warmth
A plane passes beside Cassiopeia
The moon rises.

Bear Mountain

Hiking down from Bear Mountain
Under the shadow of black cumulonimbus
I stoop to pick blueberries beneath mountain laurel
Descending again, the peaks of the Catskills fill the horizon to the west

Thirty-seven years have passed
Since we loved among those hills
Beside country lanes bordered by purple loosestrife and Queen Anne's lace
Spent and squandered at summer's end.

Northampton, Rainy Day

Northampton, Rainy Day

Alone, gazing out onto the gray streets of Northampton

Beneath the green awning of the coffee shop.