Jeffrey Hull
Friday, December 30, 2005
Paternity
I saw you in my heart, my son,
Before your eyes were born;
I knew the path your feet would run
Before your shoes were worn.
Before the earth was made of stone,
Before the clouds were white;
Before the western wind had blown–
I dreamt of you by night.
Anterior to every star,
To water, wind and flame–
The sky foretold the man you are
And whispered you a name.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
Before your eyes were born;
I knew the path your feet would run
Before your shoes were worn.
Before the earth was made of stone,
Before the clouds were white;
Before the western wind had blown–
I dreamt of you by night.
Anterior to every star,
To water, wind and flame–
The sky foretold the man you are
And whispered you a name.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
Friday, December 23, 2005
Homeward
Let's go sailing, truest love,
And sail the bluest sea;
Wind will be my love for thee
And wave, your love for me.
Let's go soaring, truest love,
Where sultry breezes blow,
Sailing over clouds below
To lands just lovers know.
Let's go dancing, truest love,
To music heard afar,
Twirling o'er the swell and star
With heaven's door ajar.
And homeward then, my truest love,
To dream by lovers' light;
Weave me in your heart tonight–
Thou art my soul's delight.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
And sail the bluest sea;
Wind will be my love for thee
And wave, your love for me.
Let's go soaring, truest love,
Where sultry breezes blow,
Sailing over clouds below
To lands just lovers know.
Let's go dancing, truest love,
To music heard afar,
Twirling o'er the swell and star
With heaven's door ajar.
And homeward then, my truest love,
To dream by lovers' light;
Weave me in your heart tonight–
Thou art my soul's delight.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
Friday, December 16, 2005
Chipmunk
A chipmunk cuts my path, and scurries to fulfill
His winter quotas, nervous flag erect,
A cheeky rush before the coming chill;
With frantic industry, yet circumspect
He scurries through the busy underbrush
Obsessed with one more morsel to collect–
As I, absorbed in schemes and sums, just rush
Along the trail and blindly through my years;
Who has the time to stop and hear the hush?
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
His winter quotas, nervous flag erect,
A cheeky rush before the coming chill;
With frantic industry, yet circumspect
He scurries through the busy underbrush
Obsessed with one more morsel to collect–
As I, absorbed in schemes and sums, just rush
Along the trail and blindly through my years;
Who has the time to stop and hear the hush?
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
Friday, December 09, 2005
Ballet
The quiet pond is diamond strewn
Like dew on midnight grass;
The breathing image of the moon
Swims deep beneath the glass.
And high the clouds like lacy shawls
Wrap cold celestial lights
While soundless down the moonglow falls
In torrents from the heights.
A single pirouetting leaf
Rides rising autumn airs,
Her lovely dance as bright as brief,
A-tripping down the stairs.
And then the gaily twirling sprite,
A child let out of school,
As soft as breath at last can light
Upon the silver pool.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
Like dew on midnight grass;
The breathing image of the moon
Swims deep beneath the glass.
And high the clouds like lacy shawls
Wrap cold celestial lights
While soundless down the moonglow falls
In torrents from the heights.
A single pirouetting leaf
Rides rising autumn airs,
Her lovely dance as bright as brief,
A-tripping down the stairs.
And then the gaily twirling sprite,
A child let out of school,
As soft as breath at last can light
Upon the silver pool.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
Friday, December 02, 2005
Rain
At dusk, the gutter xylophone
Brings solace when one lies alone
With tink-tink-tink on twilight eaves,
The quiet tune when someone leaves.
By night the muffled shingle drums
Just patter on 'til daylight comes
Their soft percussive lullaby
That plays when someone says goodbye.
At dawn the drummer riffs some blues
Then packs it in, and kelly hues
Are more intense with final drops
And then at last the drumming stops.
The audience long lies awake
And wonders yet what small mistake
Or thoughtless word could so offend–
Then sleeps to let the sun ascend.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
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Brings solace when one lies alone
With tink-tink-tink on twilight eaves,
The quiet tune when someone leaves.
By night the muffled shingle drums
Just patter on 'til daylight comes
Their soft percussive lullaby
That plays when someone says goodbye.
At dawn the drummer riffs some blues
Then packs it in, and kelly hues
Are more intense with final drops
And then at last the drumming stops.
The audience long lies awake
And wonders yet what small mistake
Or thoughtless word could so offend–
Then sleeps to let the sun ascend.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
