| Spring Poems | | | | The Day for Dying |
| Towards spring in the City | | | | And so we live life, the best we canbetween |
| (a St. Paul, Minnesota Poem) | | | | weakness and strength,night and daylight! |
| Where the Mississippi River nears the pier,when | | | | Awaken by the morning birds-to sleep by the |
| spring is near, the water is loud and high;and all | | | | evening stars,and in-between we dread the |
| the winter birds, come back, againstthe morning | | | | daythe day to come...the day for dying! |
| sky.... | | | | #2212/ 2-3-2008 |
| Also, there the tireless ice melts, heaps, upon | | | | Mother's Saint Teresa |
| heapsagainst the river banks; flows down to | | | | There's more news to tell you, Mombut I think I |
| Saint Louis, and then onto New Orleans | | | | said enough-whoopsperhaps not, let me add, |
| (and then, out into the Gulf). | | | | I put a statue of Saint Teresaalongside your urn |
| But close at hand, the city wakes (St. Paul)from | | | | (here in Lima). |
| the refuges of the winter's deep;no longer will the | | | | I had picked it up, if you recall,in Santiago, Chile, in |
| city hibernate, alarge unrest, for spring. | | | | 2002,at her grave site. |
| Ten-thousand voices can one hearmoving faster | | | | I had two of them, if I remember, |
| than a deer, asspring nears, and nears, and | | | | I gave you one, when I returnedfrom that trip, |
| nears,until they can say, "...spring is here!" | | | | and here, here nowis the other.... |
| #2214 2-3-2008 | | | | 11/2007 (#2216) |
| Comes Twilight and the Owls | | | | Haiku for Peacekeeping |
| Comes twilight and the owls,prowling like catsupon | | | | You need big-sharp-teeth |
| limb-fanged branchesof trees...;willing slaves, to the | | | | With diplomacy, to win |
| night:sleek as the fiends,they are-thesesmall eyed | | | | A war without a battle...! |
| offspringof twilight. | | | | No: 2100 (12-15-2007) |
| #2215 2-3-2008 | | | | Dedicated to Dr. |