achieving calm

our soil is light and stony in it sweet flowers may grow
the trees beyond give shelter in weathers all the year
at home there's a rich treasure and we are free of fear
beyond our hope of harvest there's so much here to know
to give names is our duty and yet we've got to show
the powers that are beneath us the meaning of true care
as long as we have power we'll know how much we dare
some time we'll see the sunshine sometime the lunar glow
yet in the time we've taken we'll do such things as might
when all that's done is over give us much more to leave
to such as may come after and then we'll know our task
has been one of the fruitful then we may sleep at night
yet still there may be duties and we'll give one last heave
there will some day be answers and we may drop the mask

seeking for lost times

we know the model doesn't always fit
light isn't a consistent natural fact
at times it is the thing we have most lacked
at other times it merely spurs our wit
some days are almost supernally lit
others with cloud rain and wind are racked
we must declare this with concern and tact
our hearts meanwhile shattered and split
there's something here that ought to matter
but we don't know just what we desire
and so we wait to see what will be made
our little skills the sycophants will flatter
we'll take the risk and go deep into the fire
receive the praise and then our names will fade

spring cleaning

almost complete the shaping of this place
the touches that will make it truly ours
outside we see the many passing showers
that help define the nature of this space
this is a stopping point of hope and grace
a neat result of our conjoining powers
a love that under the soft rain now flowers
will in our aging hearts set the proper pace
not distant yet so far i think of times
when we will have some rest and joy
with all that we in our lives have learned
a lucky distance modulates the chimes
there's not much here that truly could annoy
and much to do for which we have long yearned

immortal diamond

those things are nameless that confront our hate
what we most dread we can with pleasure list
the least of tasks requires that we keep state

there'll come a day when the roaring seas abate
and winds don't simply blow nor twine and twist
those things are nameless that confront our hate

one who says no we can't just name ingrate
faced with our grinders the finest hope turns grist
the least of tasks requires that we keep state

the running tab's been long kept on the slate
the hero's moved from flushed to being pissed
those things are nameless that confront our hate

some winds are spirits that with dryads mate
their offspring we may see on nights of mist
the least of tasks requires that we keep state

our tales of woe and joy will in due time conflate
the muse of history strikes with a stony fist
those things are nameless that confront our hate
the least of tasks requires that we keep state