In this two-headed month
Look forward and behind
And see the land
Where the hills are kind
And sometimes end in houses;
One house in particular notice
Where love lives
With its two gardens
Vegetable and flower.
Here is a land to be explored,
Its forests are dark and dense
Except where spattered by drops of sunlight;
Here the end of all winding roads
May be found,
And ourselves if we wish.
I'm a librarian living near NYC, have had several poems and stories, as well nonfiction published in various ezines. I've finally broken through in print as my novel "Where Do the Children Play?" a story based on true events concerning the kidnapping and drowning of a young boy, was published by Black Rose Writing last October. They are also publishing my second novel, "In Elysian Fields," a love story between a baseball player and a poet, due out July 4 of this year. View more posts
