With reckless abandon, Spring sweeps in
drifting acid green pollen in her wake.
She scorns the late winters chill
riding bareback and bare footed
into the robin egged morning.
What joie de vivre!
What carpe diem!
What sweet mysteries of bloom and bud
are whispered from her tulip petaled mouth!
She dazzles the bees, drunk
with their golden wares
all knapsacked to spill before their queen.
Fluid cursive strokes
Across the parchment field
Ink black feathered fonts
Move row to row
Sharpened yellow nibs >>>
Move this way <<< and
Dotted by the shining curious i Words and letters
Swirl and rise
Off the page
Arial, Bodoni, Copperplate gothic
Garamond, Lucida Bright
Trebuchet, Veranda, Vivaldi
Looping and crossing
Until the sharp black commas
Punctuate the deep blue volume
San serif of crows
Christmas Eve 2012 – This is another poem from my book ‘The Course of Our Seasons’ posted last year with the youtube video of a murmuration of starlings set to music.
Dear friends, I wish you blessings of the season and a peaceful and joy-filled 2013. K
A whirling galaxy of starlings
At sunset on Christmas Eve.
Star – lings (a bright name for such a dark and dusky bird)
A murmuration of stars
Sweeping the darkening night,
Making a moving path
For the Milky Way.
— The Course of Our Seasons AuthorHouse Publishing 2011
Shattered petals fall
Scattered confetti of pink silk
Roses after the rain.
Deep as blood the sap moves
thru the branches to each new bud.
Life reaches forward, upward and out-
life redeems life – a resurrection of now.
Every living thing breathes
the newness and promise of more.
Living is moving -living is seizing the air-
singing molecules of being through each pore,
to the unknown song ,
the holy litany of life.