The Sculptor

These calloused hands

Once sought classic ideal

Hewing rocks, chiseling marble

Faithless Galatea shaped

Thankless heart as cold as stone

Summer Time

Summer came knocking

Stirring lads’ and lasses’ hearts

With amorous ardor

Youth danced at the throbbing beat

Maddened by the torrid heat

Your Name

I mentioned your name

And songbirds sang it like a tune

They gathered around

The rosebush and the green ferns

Humming the wondrous refrain

Surfing

Surfing the vast net

Prodding the meek little mouse

Searching aimlessly

Going nowhere, everywhere

Lost in an ocean of clicks

Halloween

The scaly nightsky

Looms over the city streets

Casting dread and gloom

Bats empty the dark belfries

Singing Halloween’s evensong