Poems in October
by Alice B. Clagett

The Day Slips by...

The day slips by,
My own dear heart
     locked in thy warm embrace,

This mortal frame
    unbelievably
    caught fraught with thy infinity 

 

Packless, my Weary Back

Packless, my weary back
     molded to the soft-sloped, slate ribs
           of this staid mountain,

I await the sun.
 

Heavy on My Heart

These grey clouds
     lie heavy on my heart
Concealing as they do
     that which I most would see.

Whither to go, and what to find?

Worlds upon worlds,
     age after age,
     that vast blue sky
     twinkles within me.

--a gift from Alice B. Clagett,
  October 2001

from "The Chalice and the Crucible"   Site home page: 2U3D


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