by Joe Winter | Oct 24, 2019 | Killhorse Lane, Poems
Anniversary 20 Touching a far stage of an old journey I thought to celebrate but had no money. But then I thought:: what has money to do with the gift of pure being I share with you. I will give thanks by writing words: poor music, but it goes towards a fund of...
by Joe Winter | Oct 24, 2019 | Killhorse Lane, Poems
Dave 18You who look out from the window of your roomat shades of sky, and feel impelled to paint them,or pastel down the magic of the worldon sketch-book sheets, it seems that you are filledyourself, with a sense of the open human field . . .for you are receptive to...
by Joe Winter | Oct 24, 2019 | Killhorse Lane, Poems
Confirmation Day for Chris Today you touch the ways of God my son, and set foot in that land where mystery goes hand in hand with truth. Today where saints have trod you pass – resilient thin lad up to the neck in sports and science – today you find a new alliance and...
by Joe Winter | Oct 24, 2019 | Killhorse Lane, Poems
For a ChristeningOliver BrianChrysanthemums and holly-leaves, and a lit Vigil candlewitness the event, the blessing of the water,the touch of oil for strength, that to a life unsinfulbrings all the Church’s love. The knowledge will come...
by Joe Winter | Oct 24, 2019 | Killhorse Lane, Poems
Wedding Songto Tony and JoanneOut of the power of Earth a songslight as water, formed as diamond,a second’s joy, a lifetime long.May it linger and belong,this true and natural endowmentout of the power of Earth, a song.Take it, you will not be wrong,for it is food,...
by Joe Winter | Oct 24, 2019 | Killhorse Lane, Poems
To A.A.B. known since school In a roundabout house on the Plain I got to know you. You had a happy knack of being at home wherever J.S.Bach (God) might bestow you . . . you wrote your scores. I a bespectacled gnome pedalling down the dusty ways of knowledge heard...
