Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the
Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
The University of Granddaddy
Class meets on the wooden steps of the old back porch
Syllabus:
Talking. Listening. Whittling on a length of cedar
Please bring: a Schrade-Walden Old Timer pocketknife
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Pale Shadows and Seasons
Pale shadows and seasons and leaves drift by
The slanting sun of February falls
With merciless mortality upon
Our weak attempts to prepare for spring
The leaves we mulch today mulch us tomorrow
The roses we prune in anticipation of June
Await the night when we are pruned for them
While the wolf pack keens beneath the ancient moon
Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the
Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's
Journal of Life, Literature and Love
No, It Wasn’t the Medications
If we do meet again,
why, we shall smile
Julius Caesar V.i.28
Last night my friend and mentor was dreamed to me
He was himself again, and so was I
Among Spenserian fields and forests and friends
In a summer world all warm and green
In a time of waiting rooms and surgeries
Slow days of headaches and painful awkwardness
Appointments, lab reports, diagnoses
He came as a comfort, a vision of what will be
We did meet again, and we did smile
And so, just so, we all will meet again
