Aug 7, 2018 | Alexandrine, Gus Stevens, Hexameter, Seasons, Summer
The wading pool is shrinking with the wasted sun and the yellows of summer drain slowly away exposing red bricks beneath the glittering spray. With cast-off toys and leaves littered about their feet, the bone-soaked nine-year-olds will squeal, crash, and run through...
Jul 23, 2018 | Gus Stevens, Hexameter, Pentameter, Rhymed Couplets, Summer
Why are my poems so obsessed with doom? Is there no light their dark will not consume, no work they will not turn into a chore, nor child they cannot drown in metaphor? Sometimes beauty is neither fraud nor thief; sometimes a leaf is just a common leaf— a welcome...
Nov 19, 2017 | Autumn, Multi-Syllabic Rhyme, Pentameter, Seasons
Where is warmth and where can the light be found? These days, the workers put in longer hours than the sun who goes too soon to sleep. All the leaves, once bright, now have dulled and browned with the sunken gourds and withered flowers to feed the molds and mushrooms...
Aug 24, 2017 | Autumn, Gus Stevens, Rhymed Couplets
The thorn branches are a knot of tangled capillaries. They quarter armies of spiders standing silent and sentinel over the blackest of the blackberries– the last and heaviest summer sweet before the coming rot. These are the scouts and outriders of the advancing...
May 18, 2017 | Quatrains, Seasons, Spring, The Work of Greater Minds
The cherry trees bend over and are shedding On the old road where all that passed are dead, Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding This early May morn when there is none to wed. Other poems on Moss Kingdom about Spring: Spring by Edna St. Vincent...
Dec 14, 2016 | Advent, Rusten Walter Harris, Winter
Is it winter? The trees are waiting to be clothed Arms and branches lifted up to the heavens Staves – ragged upright wooden bones Sup life with a little soil – frozen Limbs clenched through the wind Some lose weight and watch their friends Keep warm...
