Entries by Loren Zemlicka

Remembered Light

January 9, 2013 /0 Comments/in /by

[divider] [dropcap2 textColor=”#ffffff”]N[/dropcap2]ot every man knows what he’ll discover instead. When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky Is no more than remembered light, and the stories of cirrus And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight, Not every man knows what is waiting for […]

Snow-Bound

January 7, 2013 /0 Comments/in /by

[divider] Flickr | Twitter | Facebook [dropcap2 textColor=”#ffffff”]T[/dropcap2]he sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it set. […]

Slow Morning Hours

November 1, 2012 /0 Comments/in /by

[divider] [dropcap2 textColor=”#ffffff”]O[/dropcap2] hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. […]