Biography of t.l. finch
A poet and a government worker. Living with family in the Fingerlakes region of upstate NY.
t.l. finch's Works:
' Through The Windowpane '
' Spare Change '
t.l. finch Poems
Restless are the ocean waves that battle for the land. Their struggles are so timeless against the grains of sand.
' Beneath A Hunter's Moon '
When all a summer's meadow sleeps, their howls will fill the air and high upon a rocky bluff, the wolves will guard their lair.
Submerged within this peaceful sea where quiet death has crept. The surface shimmered above me from tears as Angels wept.
I heard the howling of the wind across the drifted snow. It's icy chill and loneliness had nowhere else to go.
The Wolves Of Winter
Hungry, are the wolves that stalk a winter's frozen lake. Howling such unearthly sounds, and keeping us awake.
Into The Darkness
I seek solace in this dark place every morn and wake with the coming night. One day I will awaken from my slumber to find there is no dawn
There was a place so long ago where Nature cried in morning's glow.
You hear it in the desert sands and feel it in the air. It's crossing over all the lands from a dark and secret lair.
We live our lives from day to day, tide to moonlit tide.
What plummets down a rocky gorge will use the path it helped to forge and as the roaring stream has grown it washes smooth the flat creek stone
The Eyes Of Midnight
The eyes of midnight are not blue but deep and dark and dead.
The Drinking Pool
In a frosty morning's solitude, sunlight's piercing Autumn leaves. A peaceful silent interlude in an endless sea of trees.
The Lonely Track
I walked along a lonely track, my eye upon the end. A cold wind blowing at my back, hard times my only friend.
The Drinking Pool
In a frosty morning's solitude,
sunlight's piercing Autumn leaves.
A peaceful silent interlude
in an endless sea of trees.
The deer are coming down the hill
to their favorite drinking pool.
The hardwood forest stands so still,
and the air is crisp and cool.