The Aspiring Bard

Source The moon, More gracious than the sun, Retires with a modest air, Drawing up her mantle stars To make a single, Queenly bow Before her light Is faded.

Source The fire glows In ever smaller rings And winter blusters, Hungry, at my door, But thoughts of greater men Lie in my hands And filled with words I am no longer poor. By the way, you should really follow the link at the bottom of the image and check out more of Linda Connor's incredible photography.

Source I'm planting out A tree By way of sign, So that I may Return along This path, Reminded Of the things That came before... The marks I left Upon a stranger land And all the changes That it wrought In me.

Source If we could all stop Walking for a moment And let the silence filter Through the leaves, I'm almost sure we'd Overhear the splendor God whispers back and forth Between the trees. 

Source Amid the darkness Of an early dawn, The sunrise of my heart Enclosed by walls, A morning bird Sings loudly from a tree; Recalls my hope For worlds Beyond the night. Apologies to those of you who got hold of this link before I revised the poem. I should have listened to the still, small voice of Instinct when it whispered that this one wasn't ready to be posted yet. 

Source There is a symmetry in life - A thing I don't yet Comprehend - I live in patterns of Unknown, But trust the shape is balanced, Whole; Formed and led By Master hands. 

Source The household of my loneliness Is full of life and cheer For in it I Commune with those Who seek their shelter here. A brotherhood of those who flee The madness of our time... In search of rest, We gather in Our solitude sublime.

Source Rising early, Bedding late, Is my honest pleasure. Oftentimes, The sun, the moon, And I are out Together.