on frosted grass
oily black crows
squabbling
cutting the sky
into little pieces
the old oak
By
that purple magnolia
opens its blousey blooms
with intention
spring is dangerous
we can believe
in anything
a stretch in the spring
where proof is small
all is promise
cutting through
the remains of winter
swords of iris
fat and woozy
the bees nuzzle open
a red tulip
buddha sitting
in a patch of purple crocuses
inhaling spring
By
Nana, the two poems are exquisite and full of food for thought. Congrats.
Beautiful work. Especially love these lines: "the go ahead and breathe it’s okay freedom found in this in-between time." That's one of my own favorite things about this time of day.
ahhh still love to read me and all these other poets... thanks Val!
Beth, These two poems are just a brief sampling of your extraordinary talent and mastery of words and imagery. You deserve recognition for your work and I'm glad it is happening. Wishing you continued success in your writing endeavors. Dennis
well not i'm really lost
oops, i called this wonderful poet Emma...sorry for that...but the sentiment still carries
Congratulations Emma...your poetry continues to life on strong wings...your words lead a natural rhythm, with delicate fingers sculpting the deep magic, the pleasure of life