Little by little the year grows old,
The red leaves drop from the maple boughs;
The sun grows dim, and the winds blow cold,
Down from the distant arctic seas.

against the ladling of doom

© Rg Gregory

crisis has a fact to get straight
it needn't be the end of the world
beginnings too are coated with death

at the sixty-ninth station

© Rg Gregory

here at the sixty-ninth station
of the gregokaido road
i have a sense of completion
that is not completed yet

the wounded angel

© Rg Gregory

those who bear the wounded angel
are they honoured or destroyed
far beyond their comprehension
are the warfares of the void

stable society

© Rg Gregory

the horses have bolted
the one door's been locked
the flood can't get out

however foul the times or difficult the ways are
through those personal morasses this change of age
wont let a single being (rich or poor) be free from
come spring the trees get on with their blossoming
youd think they didnt read the newspapers

snail and spiral

© Rg Gregory

i take my property with me says the snail
slow-moving (yes) but packed with sublime thought
the house upon its back some kind of grail
vulnerable to brute boot - and wisdom bought

On The Portrait Of A Beautiful Woman,

© Giacomo Leopardi

CARVED ON HER MONUMENT.

in search of milk and paradise

© Rg Gregory

puddles idle in
the dips of surfaces
neglected for decades

On Dr. Brown's Death

I.

Alas will nothing do,

symbolically concerned

© Rg Gregory

dodona oak (the tree of life) sheds leaves
nutritious-which feeds blood and mind today
theres not a jot (from which the present cleaves)
can be dispensed with all lifes array

owls and pussy cats and seven-year -old boys

© Rg Gregory

owls and pussy cats can make up their minds
to sail out to sea and even get married
but they don't have parents or other such binds
whose one job in life is to see that they're harried