"May 19, 2009"
Swallows,
like nymphs and children,
can catch a midsummer breeze
and frolic
on the lightest wind.
And in a good autumn gust
even the ravens
put aside their Nevermores
to play with Elsewhere
for a while.
But today
the hot winds blew so hard
that three vultures
over a field of last year's stubbled corn,
set aside their slow circling
mortal cycle
to dance.
5 comments:
Beautiful!
I agree. That is beautiful!
Keep going.
You write the words. I may write the music...and dance as I play my guitar.
;)
Janine,
I was thinking you would put the words in a card and start some competition with Hallmark!
(Have you seen "Waking Ned Divine")
Oooh, Yes! I haven't seen it in a while though.
I liked it!
Nothing worse than a poet being reduced to Hallmark cards though. Poor, poor, sad poet.
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