Photo & Poem Gallery

Spring
Spring
mcox

Narcissus

Near the path through the woods I’ve seen it:
a trail of white candles.

I could find it again, I could follow
its light deep into shadows.

Didn’t I stand there once? 
Didn’t I choose to go back

Spring
Spring
mcox

Dear March - Come in-

Dear March - Come in-
How glad I am-
I hoped for you before-
Put down your Hat-
You must have walked-
How out of Breath you are-
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest-
Did you leave Nature well-
O March, Come right upstairs with me-

Night
Night
mcox

Night

It's a night like none
Of the rest: too much too soon,
Too little too late.

The night overflows
Its peace, so I follow fear
Beyond my insight.

Be still and behold
The moments that I fear most
Pass by in disguise.

South Street Seaport
South Street Seaport
mcox

Boats in a Fog

Sports and gallantries, the stage, the arts, the antics of dancers,
The exuberant voices of music,
Have charm for children but lack nobility; it is bitter earnestness
That makes beauty; the mind
Knows, grown adult.
A sudden fog-drift muffled the ocean,

The Cloisters
The Cloisters
mcox

The Cloisters

From a place in the kingdom of France
They brought the stained glass and the stones
to build on the island of Manhattan
these hollow Cloisters.
They are not apocryphal.
They are faithful monuments to a nostalgia.
An American voice tells us