april

spring ridge

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.

leap day

spring bluets 2012

on an early afternoon walk
the small dog and I
took off down the water road
to see if we could spy Spring

sun slanted through bare limbs of hickory
and oak
stretching into afternoon shadows, bruised
across the rocky path
and into the dried husk of meadow

we stretched to examine spare rods
of yearling saplings
for a hint of swollen bud or
risen sap of new life

while the small dog wiled his way
through undergrowth gone withered and lank
I scanned the waters edge for
turtles or mud puppies, minnows
or tadpoles

no signs were found, winter still held sway
on this sunny day
until on our own garden path, we stood
in the color of spring skies-
tiny bluets blooming in a field of green

kassandra’s deer

Feb - deer

From the edge of the woods
her face, alert,
liquid eyes, so soft,
she is holding her breath
to make sure I will move on
and cause her no harm.

We have already assured our extinction.
Only 50 years ago, 2.7 billion
populated this world-
now 7.7 and climbing with each
second hand twitch.
Consuming everything
without a care in the world.

And the earth is ready
to shake us off like fleas,
to resume her natural course
of morning sunrises and evening moons
and stars that will outshine
anything we could have ever created.

And I hope some day,
those soft liquid eyes
will look again over a recovered land
and make her way across the earth
in perfect fearless strides.

Handwriting Practice

Handwriting Practice

Fluid cursive strokes
Across the parchment field
Ink black feathered fonts
Move row to row
Sharpened yellow nibs >>>
Move this way <<< and
That  >>>
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

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

Christmas Eve

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

Check this video out — amazing starlings murmuration (full HD) -www.keepturningleft.co.uk http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eakKfY5aHmY&feature=share via @youtube

Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

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

Check this video out — amazing starlings murmuration (full HD) -www.keepturningleft.co.uk http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eakKfY5aHmY&feature=share via @youtube

Rose Petals * * * Litany of Life

Shattered petals fall
Scattered confetti of pink silk
Roses after the rain.

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*

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.

Kathleen G. Everett © 2012