Unextinguished Flames

Flowers
have bloomed
beyond
all reckoning,
lighting
their sentinal pyers
on the border
of spring,
and though
they will wilt
in winter's
departing
grasp,
we, who have seen them
blaze up
at dusk,
shall not
forget
thier courage,
far greater
than that
of night's
fiery-eyed
stars.

Late Freedom

The road
turns
before it reaches
the horizon,
bending away
from the mountains
and plains,
and still your eye
follows
the flights
of gray swallows,
rising
from a garden,
leaving
fences
behind.