
Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
Lake Crescent

Sugar smile

Your beauty, once of our time
How would and when proud
astride the wind you go?
With beauty and time you never know.
Our living is dying. God made it so.
Still standing

Lower your heavens, come down to us

Sergeant Miller held the sky
Sergeant Miller held the sky
while my father and I
said goodbye.
Trees lay down.
Wolves prowled the ground.
Our words were hard like a hammer.
Men will be bled. Men will be gone.
Men will lock hearts in the slammer.
Desert star

Stairs and wires

A regular story
Rubens wonders
how to put that ripple of unrest
in Paradise where it doesn’t belong.
It can’t be there — or how then,
for won’t then
Heaven, too, be spoiled?
He sleeps and dreams Eve,
who comes wanting not knowing —
and in an arc the dream falls
from the snake to the woman to the man.
For Jim and Nancy Forest