http://slow.writerscafe.org/chrismulvey The original writings of author Moon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775487971 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I get to that place beyond the hill,I'll see the grass taller and greener still.I'll see streams flow between the rocky edgeAs the winds here stifle leaves and sedge.The rain will ease once the grey clouds are goneAnd precede an orchastra of bird-song.The sun will shine bright beyond that cloud.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrismulvey/1269993/ Do not say each day Ilove you more,love like time --limitless.If I couldbox it, anhour, ten yearsor more, I'dwonder where is the rest.More time thanthere is timerefined; somuch more islove than lovedefined, I'dprefer youlove me less.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrismulvey/1269434/ What of the grass?What of the green?What of the leavesthat fell from trees?What of the landscape?What of the road?What of the house?  --You could see it before.Before the snow came to swallow them all;And when spring arrives, what of the snow? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrismulvey/1269432/ There is a place where the grass imposes,And stretched beside it, all shaded and grey,From each tree, each leaf and bed of roses,a foot-path I knew ran around that way;Where many a passer-by had passed by,And some close, since their voices I'd heard clear,Talk of boughs and rabbits and roses shy,Oh!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrismulvey/1269429/ The distance from the horizon there,About the same as here to thatTree - given a hairs width or so,These things rarely are exact.It took about everything;Even the woods,Streams,Tiny stones half- wayUp the garden fence,Hidden from some passer-by,Shaded beneath the feet of cows.They broaden as the day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrismulvey/1267968/ Flower's shadow bent onto moon-lit path; black as the night, near;blacker than grass. We were there -- not seen --could listen, nor look, but discreet,on the wind,in the sound of a brook; stood either side - and though far,distance is noneto two in the dark.Here are all things:ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrismulvey/1267967/ Then the tall grass made way - though taller still;and defined the big hole against the wall,not a flower in sight, nor tree, nor leaf,but the blue sky, sun and a sparrow's call. The wind was enough to begin - just then;and though far beyond clouds I heard you still,each bird in the garden retu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrismulvey/1267965/ LoveWalks on the beach.The book you couldn't put down;the one you'd still read over and over.Questions,you took them for granted.Friends.A lover.Thoughts, memories-- like stained-glass,their cells expandwith distance,with time - still,each morning you waketo their glow;those blues and greens;tints o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrismulvey/1267963/ Apples beneath the shade of an orchard,Green and red bursts -- from the dark; dark thatBears them in the hands of the orchard; IWas sat in the shade and recall as well.On the grass - some full, some half-eaten; butMost were fully-eaten.  Fully-eatenIn the light of green and red bursts.  Fu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrismulvey/1267962/ In a wood there stands an orchardAnd swollen beneath its bough - golden, green and red;An apple - though worn, froths and sweats -- Juice like summer rain.The apple: not quite round.Not quite whole.Not quite half-eaten.It is proud.  I can almost hear it: 'I'm an apple.'I study the not quit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrismulvey/1267949/ Come with me to the woods before dawn,To a place upside of a tree;Before leaves are washed by the Sun's goldAnd we forget what the Father told --Before black softens to early-green.Though bears the mark of a thousand tearsUpon the rough and wrinkled bough,Shall fade in the light of footsteps bareAs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrismulvey/1267946/ In progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrismulvey/1266488/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chrismulvey/1266480/