Carrion Shore

Seeing them soar,
Thrilling at the gulls' beauty,
These "Jonathons",
Symbols of liberty
Yet, now I see,
This autumn morning ,
All of these corpses
Lying here,
They won't make it to another year.
I look beyond this shore
At the beautiful survivors
And know that liberty
Will return each year.


cdw , sept. 15, 2001

Dewey circles of spider webs, glistening;
Spread to dry in the morning sun,
Hanging in the thornbush,
Ready to catch their prey,
Like some of us today.



Cy, 2006

December on the bay (Britannia)

Golden-brown shore grasses
Are waving quickly to the setting sun.
Glittering shards of ice float on the waves,
Rhythmically breaking on shore;
Clish, clash, slosh;
A shore of rounded rocks;
And old, light-grey bark,
Deeply grooved
In a beautiful smoothness,
Worn so by the high-water waves of springtime,
Protecting the heart
Of the poplar trees.
The grass, the ice, the water and the bark,
Lit by the sun.
How they make my spirit run!

Cy, December, 1999

DAWN ABOVE THE CLOUDS

Oh! Sweet, sweet Sunshine!
I see your bright face
In the golden moonshine,
Glistening there on the airplane’s wing.
I see your laughing eyes sparkle
In the stars above
And I only want to sing.
I see your pale, white face
In the clouds below,
But most of all
I see your sad, sad heart
In the infinite, cold, blue heavens,
And how it wants to flee,
Yearning for the softness
Of a faithful love
To heal you back to life
With joy in every moment,
And every moment without strife;
A kindness only God can show,
Maybe through me in a candle’s glow.
Ah! Morning breaks the purple darkness
In a line
Of pink
And white
And blue,
So clear and pure
It staggers me
Just to see
What sunshine’s power can be:
To lift my heart
With hope for you
Like ruby red and diamond dew;
A gift of God
No man can give.
It bans our fears
And dries our tears
So we can live;
So we can give
A cup of wine
Amid the sweet sunshine.


Cy, 1988.