Boulevard elms are golding now, first fogs have lifted Time to return to keyboard and pen. Yesterday, my fab pal Shelley sent me a great poem, and the mustang spirit reared up and inspired a responsorial. Here, for your amusement: How To Love Your Life Begin in the woods. Feel the tree-air cool your limbs…
Tag: seasonal poems
Call and Response:O Open Heart
How To Hold You Now there is no way, actually to repay uncounted courage there is no way to say what lines the heart there are no swans no thrumming wings write the sky full that road carries no sign Overboard Li Po had no truck with suffering for art they say, when he fell…
Day 28: Migratory
overhead, but far cranes are riding on thermals city cruise singing.
Day 8: Opening
driving down to red deer in alberta’s april, sepia dry the smell arrives first through closed truck windows ageless, immediate sour tang somewhere there, toward the westering sun tractor and disker pull open the season generations of memory, cell by cell leap to the ready; how we have changed but how we remain tuned to…
Prairiepomes 