Tag: John Grey

A MORNING ELEGY Eos dispenses dew from a pithos, Grass tips glisten in freshly baked light, Sun emerges from night’s fearful mythos For morning’s ritual,

A HEART IN BLUE SPRUCE Names are carved deep in the rough scaly bark Of a blue spruce, are aged in furrowed gray, And can

A SONNET FOR ONE NO LONGER HERE I am so very tired of grim tombstones, Meaningless names and dates, flowers as dead As the ones