The road that lies below rests deep and still. No moon to light the snow. The sky is clear. Heads back and arm in arm—eyes wide! This winter night—This holiness we feel!
So spill the lights of Heaven into sight Illumined, rising, falling—Shifting grace. Upon the starry sweep of Christmas night, In ribbon-folds of light and dark it sways
Above the shepherd pines and hemlock choirs. There— This night! The sky! The lights! The stars! The fire! Above! Across! Dear God—
. Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle and in paperback. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry by common means.)