Unrhymed Quatrains

27 September 2007
Headingley, England

—1—

Sometimes our failures are our greatest strength,
They mold our character in ways undreamt,
So coy is Destiny coaxing our Soul,
We scarcely recognize She’s tickling life.

—2—

That of coincidence we make each day,
Is an impertinence we tolerate,
Events weave their strange metamorphosis,
With random flowing serendipity.

—3—

An ice age with its mile-high glaciers,
Will soon be back again to rule round world, —
Enjoy the warming seas a little while,
10,000 years is nothing to green earth.

—4—

I’ve seen her face — Death, quite implacable,
She waits for me behind Fall’s yellow leaves,
She hides behind bright harvest moon up high,
She sings gay dirge gray cuckoo echoes brief.