1
A shallow crick flows
Between eroded earth walls
The sound of summer.
2
The spots of the fawn
Flutter and take to the sky
As white butterflies.
3
A cricket calls out
Across the Cuyahoga
The birth of autumn.
4
Sleep salamander
Underneath the harvest moon
Wake now as a newt!
5
A carp dives beneath
The water’s rippled surface
Where the orange leaf fell.
6
The phalaris grass
Bows its heavy head and prays
For the first hard frost.
7
Rising from the field
This white tide blacks out the sun
A sea of snow geese.
8
The hungry dog howls
The song of a full cold moon
To dead cicadas.
9
Still it lingers here
The smell of horses and hay
In this empty barn.
10
The frozen prairie
This small South Dakota town
Now I’m a stranger.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
now and zen...
Posted by Brooke the Watcher at 12/08/2011 12:33:00 AM
Labels: poetry
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