Sun-wrapped copper
solitary
fragile petioleness
loner
extraordinary
in its oneness
wholeness.
Tag Archives: copper
Connections: June 5
Is this why birdsong?
Because in some Olympian die
copper clouds are forged?
What else to do but sing and fly?
Connections: October 2
“Nature’s first green is gold”
and so is its last.
“Nothing gold can stay”
but autumn rain holds it fast.
Golden curls stuck to mossy world
glimmering, furled
Midas-touched, copper’d, brass’d.
With thanks to Robert Frost, the Sandra Littleton-Uetz Library,
and the S.W. Berg Archives.
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