Wednesday, April 27, 2022

 



The blood of the earth

Courses mountains and lowlands

Circulating life



Anger grief and envy

Will stay the unguarded heart

Cold-bound and alone



She’s a star apart

Who left her constellation

For larger heavens



Alas jealousy!

Comparison’s horrid child

Edacious always



When I had a dream

Of picking huckleberries

(I longed for mother)



When I had a dream

That my dog could talk with me

(It was sweet repose)



The quick roadrunner

Thrashes a snake on the rock

Then prinks its proud crest



Our fears are a reef

Waiting for an angry swell

To form broad waves



Blues on the front porch

Thicker than a southern night

Howlin’ with the hounds





In the budding grove

The orange trees are attired

With nectarous buds



When I have a dream

That I float over treetops

(I am a child again)



Surge! Swell angry waves!

Let cold currents stack in fury!

Heave ocean’s broad breast!



After the ascent

Behold the beauty below

And go down slowly



Migrating northward

The geese announce news of spring

Wake and greet the sun!



Why snakes are awful:
They lurk in grass - trees - water
And swallow you whole



Despite yesterday

The sun is absent-minded

Fresh light for today



When ably unfurled

There’s no sail like a poem

Filled with windward verse





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