End year’s dusk, new year’s dawn,
Lessons learned, new possibilities,
Gratitude fills the last page, anticipation pens the first,
Farewell old year, welcome new year.
I didn't realize I am getting old
Dusk and maybe dim like an incandescent lamp that runs out of electricity
I am not realizing this hair is now gray
Gray hair is similar to the petals of water guava that fall out sucked honey by
bees and even by the gentle wind in the dry season
I don't do much to prove that I'm a passionate person
A desire that sometimes I find it difficult to contain it
There are not many things I have done to prove that even though you are far
away, you are very close to my heart
......
Combing lonely in the silence of feelings that can no longer feel your presence by
my side
The yellow rice dangling as if sobbing longing for the coveted rain as if to witness
my feelings of longing for you
I don't know why the birds are invisible--migrating somewhere
The path that had started to crack in the rice paddies seemed to be in sync with
my current feelings
The animals that inhabit this land are already used to nature here
Moths and fireflies are also welcome for night service as a causality of their work
......
Night's falling
Slow dance
And music's drifting out of doors
Under the stars the ocean roars
Whirl dip
Fragrance fest
Mellow moon
Scarlet sunset
Almost gone
......
Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt Sr., on the day he departed this life
Between the prophecies of morning
and twilight’s revelations of wonder,
the sky is ripped asunder.
The moon lurks in the clouds,
......
End year’s dusk, new year’s dawn,
Lessons learned, new possibilities,
Gratitude fills the last page, anticipation pens the first,
Farewell old year, welcome new year.
The chalk and The Marker dissolve beneath the student’s gaze,
A ghost of thought upon the silent board.
Each lesson drifts through pedagogic haze,
Yet seeds a storm no rubric can afford.
The bell rings out like prophecy denied,
While dreams ferment in notebooks left unread.
The teacher’s voice—a compass turned inside—
Maps futures stitched from questions never said.
......
Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt Sr., on the day he departed this life
Between the prophecies of morning
and twilight’s revelations of wonder,
the sky is ripped asunder.
The moon lurks in the clouds,
......
I didn't realize I am getting old
Dusk and maybe dim like an incandescent lamp that runs out of electricity
I am not realizing this hair is now gray
Gray hair is similar to the petals of water guava that fall out sucked honey by
bees and even by the gentle wind in the dry season
I don't do much to prove that I'm a passionate person
A desire that sometimes I find it difficult to contain it
There are not many things I have done to prove that even though you are far
away, you are very close to my heart
......
Combing lonely in the silence of feelings that can no longer feel your presence by
my side
The yellow rice dangling as if sobbing longing for the coveted rain as if to witness
my feelings of longing for you
I don't know why the birds are invisible--migrating somewhere
The path that had started to crack in the rice paddies seemed to be in sync with
my current feelings
The animals that inhabit this land are already used to nature here
Moths and fireflies are also welcome for night service as a causality of their work
......