Poems from Patrick B. Maxwell
Love' First Light
'Twas you, oh Lord, who bad me recline beneath the solitary oak
and soothe my feet in rivulets of cold spring water.
How...
Souls First Kiss
What didst thou say to me
when I was in the womb
that struck such favor with my soul?
How was't that brambles
could...
Semite's olive skin blushed red against the setting Son,
whose sweat pours cimson life out upon the Dogwood branch.
Yesterday tomorrow...