Sanctuary stillness

Pine trees sift all sounds;
softly filtering the air
till only silence dusts the darkness.
a sanctuary stillness
hanging in the night.


Bright planets and a crescent moon
slip low behind the curtain of the trees.
Up above the constellations dance;
the Great Bear tiptoes silently
across the silhouette of trees.


Dew on the grass, tree breath on the air.
Needles of starlight lacing the velvet sky then
falling like snowflakes on inky black pines 
where they sift,
with the silence,
in sanctuary stillness.

Ceaseless

I think of her, 
wondering how she always sees 
a persons heart through eyes of love.


I think of me
still tangled in tight nets
of self preoccupation.


I hope one day
to be more empty of my ceaseless thoughts;
more full of gentle grace.

(c) A Mc N

In peace

His words 
were few but 
few were better chosen
words than his.


I loved the craft
with which a phrase 
was drawn or metaphor 
unfolded.


I loved the silences
he shaped between 
the words as if the silence
was a syllable to sound.


There will be longer 
silence now.
but still his words lie
softly on the page
resting in peace.


(c) A McN

Ron was a local poet whose gentle way with words will be much missed.