Funny I hadn’t thought of you lately, for it hasn’t been long and I’ve lost so few. I guess that’s what happens when new losses, like dominoes, knock down the thieving moments of our pasts and leave our memories with the aptitude to serve only one reflection at a time. But then you were there,playing…
Author: Matt Larson
Warmer Winters
You’ve noticed it, haven’t you?
The lakes that no longer freeze?
The January rains?
Has it caused your mind to flinch
and consider
the possibility of different climates?
Of warmer winters?
It’s hard to discard this sensation
as a seasonal whim,
and perhaps doing so would be of stoic
but cowardly design.
For if I can ignore it and let it pass,
absently upon my mind,
then should I not expect to pass
absently upon the earth?
Indomitable Faith
It doesn’t come from the good times,
victories or rewards,
or from answered prayers submitted
by genuine appeal.
It’s not found in the lofty goals
you are running towards,
or when the inconceivable
comes calling you to kneel.
The Evening Blue
The river pours and fjords its way,
bursting over seams in the glade,
calling bramble and brash to play
before exhaling in cascade.
Where it cannot push, it dances,
when it cannot burrow, it leaps.
Determinedly, it advances
as it descends the mountain steep.