Kenneth Madden

Monthly Archives: January 2010

Lolly on Shop Street

Laura

 

Do not stand at my grave and weep
Mary Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

Laura

Laura

Laura

A Play of Light


A dance of shadows.

Today

it was colder then a well diggers ass. Un Frio que te cagas!