Rick Stassi Poetry

personal pathways in Poetry

family

  • legacy

    And so, fields of green.New breath of lifeSeeking spring rainsWhich pleasantly placateThe thirstOf all things. And so, fields of gold.O, the time of our standPassing quickly, steadily…Now balmy days of reflection:Satisfied and flourishing,Certain and abounding And so, fields of gray.Joyful rest in shortened daysBlanketed with a colorful coveringOf leaves from trees.Wiser now and older, patient.Seeds Read more

  • that day

    I love that day, a day pristine and new. our lives intersected when I met you. I love that day, a day so full. when we joined as one, two hearts equal pull. I love those days, when tears and pain brought precious lives, heart’s warm light reign. I love that day, when we saw Read more