Friday, March 2, 2018

Previously Published on Carillon Magazine . . .


blades of grass dance, individual
jigs, shedding dew like clothes,
in freeing worship to morning’s sun.

leaves shiver, their newborn
skin skittish, tries to find symbiotic
stance against forceful breath of wind.

lily pads litter pond, organic confetti.
Party floor for pollywogs dreaming
of days when legs will finally form,
launching them to land.

skin slithers along ivied trellis,
raises boneless body to survey
its garden.  Gaze falls to apple
tree, triggers instinctual smile, historic
memory of fateful first bite.


No comments:

Post a Comment

Previously Published on Clutching at Straws . . .

Barbie Survived the apocalypse, along with the Twinkies and cockroaches.   A little worse for wear, her clothes hang ragged, her ...