Panjandrum Poetry Series: Poem, April, Time and Light

Poem, April, Time and Light
(for Lou)

We know, as lovers, the sun has many wings,

poem, April, time and light.

You fold into a touch what I saw strowing

all to be too crushed to love or plight

and yet no star is so outspread

as what you open faith and stone

what last was cold I clutch instead

the light and power that is your own

to every stint, for I've everything

that havens make and all that’s good to me,

our simple nights of homemaking,

to hold and be the love we want to be

so close I feel the time entire

when any moment I reach out of the fire.

~William Frank

Panjandrum Poetry Series: Time of Gallesbee Run

Time of Gallesbee Run

The moon bets on the racing horses,
the love of a woman goes home
because he's fond of all things courses
and she with the stars sees none.

Tickets blow round all things lost
and I lean on the rail for the sky,
the dawn has the fire that the wheel downcast
and while I wage rush by.

Aft round the bend and larking behind
with the color and horns of the meet
the Gate now closed the ruin and blind
all speed with the run and the fleet
into the silence of the street,
the snowfall of the night.

~William Frank