Biography of Aaron Brown
Aaron Brown Poems
12 Months In New England
January's frozen breath chilled February's dreams. March's steady thaw soothed April's little fears.
First Night Of Autumn
The smoke-tainted wind brushes graceful fingers through skeletons of leaves, discussing the night in whispers
Midnight‚ My forest of dreams... Movement all around But only in sound,
Chasing The Muse
When the poet set out to capture poems, building cages of paper and ink, shouted she in vain at reluctant words to come lay down within them.
Ashes And Snow
ashes and snow drifting in soft and low, falling ever so end over end drawn over the foreground,
Behind The Shield Of Darkness
If I would see the Darkness, I have but to close my eyes Behind this shield, in sight of dreams
Down by the sea - You and me. Listening to gulls cry - Watching waves birth and die.
The City And The Moon
The moon rises above the city through an endless cycle of days. Watching
There Is No Fate
Flitting amid the bright lanterns of stars in a winedark sky is a way to live and be for backyard moths and I —
Take from me; make of me what you will. But write my script
The Ride Home
I ride the latebound train tonight alone in my car but for shadows slouching down in far corners
Stealthy Comes The Night
Hearts heavy with shadows cast aside by dreams of light, mourners retreat in stippled dark and the news shades the grey between.
see two facing mirrors each an infinity within
In That Moment
When the future had no past The Eternal stretched wide Wings of imagination Against the chaos of a moment
Fear has strength. It grips,
squeezing away the breath of dreams,
crushing the faith of heroes down in
the depths of memory's heart.
Fear has teeth. It gnaws,
cracking apart the bones of reason,
sucking out sanity's marrow behind
the back of the mind's eye.