Monthly Archives: December 2013

The Peasant to his Love

If I were a cloud, I’d bless you
with my gentle rain
falling so lightly
but only when you wished.
I’d be the most affable of clouds.

If I were a tree, I’d shade you
against oppressive heat and light.
My every branch would guard you
with their shielding leaves.
I’d be the most obliging of trees.

If I were your donkey
(there are those who say I am)
I’d carry you wherever you’d wish.
To your service I’d pledge my every step.
I’d be the most docile of donkeys.

Cloud, or tree, or donkey,
lover or all – whatever –
just tell me, love, and I
will content you surely
with all my strength and will.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

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Winter Walk

You keep me company, wind gust,
my old friend
so clear yet so fickle.
How ridiculous must we seem
you and I:
you like a playful puppy
chasing leaves, hats,
yesterday’s tabloids…
I staggering along the street
each time you trip me up…
How cold you must feel, my friend.
How red your cheeks are –
or is it just that the sun is setting?
Oh, my poor restless friend,
homeless, without family.
Now I understand why you are
so blustery, so mischievous –
it’s to hide the great emptiness
at the center of your being.
Come! Come, my old friend – I’ll tell you
about being home, about having a family,
of still places, of love…
Ah – don’t push me so! I’m going,
I’m going…

© Gregory V Driscoll 2013

dressed in red

red    red again    red once more
roses    strawberries    blood
red are my skies
my dreams    my song
since you cast off the blue
the chill    and now
you make me redder
than the mouth of desire

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2013

haiku – winter canticle

wind keens through the trees
moon’s pale shard adrift at dawn
sere hosta scapes sway

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2013

wintry musings (for Lan)

the sky   a steel gray wasteland
the veiled sun   a diffused light
is it morning or near night
a bare tree ramrod straight
defies the horizontal temper of the day

twelve blackbirds play at being leaves
silhouetted against the now silver sky
all fly away at once   east west north south
now the tree’s stark mottled bark seems
made of stone sprung from the earth

my eyes feel more alive than my heart
a heart hushed as her mute puzzlement
traveling through the wilderness
of forgetfulness   a desert of timeless time
I hear a horn blast   a sigh   a whimper

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

snowfall

in their white fury   snowflakes
fill to overflowing the crown
of my senses, the hollow ring of thought
each flake dancing with the wind
a blizzard of silver
in the subdued rays of a clouded sun
they fall upon the dark earth
each one a tiny pale verse
the trees too robe themselves
with this ermine from the skies
till they seem bejeweled courtiers
in the palace of descending night
they all await the appearance
of the queenly moon
when will you come, my lovely
sovereign?   covered with snow
in the starlight we all stand
awaiting you

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2013

haiku

snowflakes strike the pane,
melt into streamlets of rain
gleaming at sunrise

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013