AuriferousFiery sparks rise into an Autumn night
Awakened to their short lives as heralds
Of a golden fellowship we share
Just we two.
The golden tresses that wreath your brow
Illumined by the glowing coals
Are only surpassed by your laughter
That graces my ears.
I should say that gold is the color of our years
Yet to unfold
In cherished memories as we grow old.
Golden are the verbs that spell out the actions
Of children at play
Run, jump, hide and seek
Ever rejoicing in the glory of youth.
Crackling leaves lay piled in fragile towers
Waiting to soften a child's fall
Eliciting cries of happiness.
Yet even that old North wind
Dwelling in the hinterlands afar
Brings golden tidings of Christmas future
As he swirls the snow outside your door.
Standing at the seat of honor
The head of the household speaks
With heads bowed and eyes closed
Giving thanks to God for all He has made
We watch as father wields the carving knife
To serve the turkey, browned to a turn
Eating with zeal, we share again the thri
Dust Bowl FreightSnow falling quietly in my mind
It's always December here.
Antique ornaments hang in silence
Where time no longer exists.
In the dwindling light of a
A far-away train whistle haunts my ears...
As I swing into an empty boxcar
On a lonely westbound freight
A hobo refrain rises in memory
From the Dust Bowl-era days:
Catching that train 'jus as she be leavin'
Goan' take all my blessin's an go
Ne'er mind bout' that screamin'
Ain't nuthin' you ain't heard befo'
Folk spend time misbeliev'n
That roses'll always grow
In the fields they spend time weedin'
(They tend to ghosts they know)
Goan ride til I reach the morning
Green fields and streams abide
Goan find me a grave that's in the shade
So's I can finish dying.
Can You Dig It?When there's a leak we fix it and don't mix it.
Like Nixon and Blitzen
We scratchin' Santa's chin-chin
To the end to start over again.
Rolling smiles carry us for miles
All the wiles you muster losing luster
Like fanny's duster
We in a cluster.
Can you say dig it? I say it louder than them;
They sayin' Dig It.
Drippin' chicken gravy on your tie
Like a diamond in the sky with your lies
Ain't no surprise
I dig, can you say, I say higher than Everest
We makin' interest
On billy goat's business
We in this to win this
I say can you see to
The Colonel's rock'n
Front porch whittl'n
'Bacca juice spit'n
No need sinnin'
Do you see the light?
I say can you dig it
I dig it. Louder than Boston chowder
In the Harbor
With the tea and me
O dig it.
Where we goin'
This train ain't slowin'
Runnin' faster than disaster
Stop the press, Elliott Ness
Get us out of this mess
Big rig dig it
Meaner than a cleaner
You get f
Black-Hand SpadeOld green sedan
Rusting away in the tall grass.
Far from prying eyes she was
Took a lifetime to find her.
Saddle-tramp leather chaps
Hang from a rawboned frame.
Comfortable with smiling
Peers out beneath the sun.
Skeletons are friends we never found
Dreaming of lush riverbanks
So far from home.
Dust on the horizon
Blacksmith's heart slicing the hardpan.
A tremble, a tremble
Gallops that engine
(She looked at me across the veranda
Sitting there at Scarsdale Plantation
While the ladies played croquet on the south lawn
And she smiled...)
So long ago.
Collins and I
We ride out under that western sky
Rolling 'tween the purple sage and tumbleweeds
No one to ask us why
You purr for me.
Hula girl dancing on the dash
Beckons sweetly...promising everything.
Sundown in the distance falling
Radio is singing lullabies
Of lost hearts and moonlit gardens...
And Collins just smiles that reaper's grin
Men call him Black-Hand Spade.