Thomas Donnelly Poems

Ah, steel rimmed glasses!
Your mask, cold politician?
Cold War warms, blushing
Comfortable silence as you
...

Ah! The hand of fate
Casts his cards whimsically
Beneath a red sky
The Fool and Hierophant, crossed
...

Silently through fog
A bird alights on the sill
The ghost of the past
Reflects the old days, wishes
...

You are of dreams, my true companion dear
A noble friend composed of song and light
Whose presence banishes my every fear
And makes a day of the eternal night
...

Spring.
Fresh chaotic rain,
Weeping on fogged bus windows
Someone drew a heart
...

An antique moment, a gold and crimson horizon,
all things murmur sleepily, silence dreams in hazy corners
behind shuttered windows, breathing
so very, very softly, in the dusk light.
...

The fields lay white beneath the sky.
I saw a flower in the snow
Upon the hilltop, calm and high
A maiden framed by evening’s glow.
...

Under the old tree
Two birds come and go, onwards
Into the morning
A hushed sigh of ancient leaves
...

How gladly the sun
Selflessly casts its joy
On the troubled Earth
Gratitude warmly rises
...

He gazes at her
A strange thing, smiling back
In eternal love
Two stray leaves on the long road
...