Too old and crisped
to fight the wind
whose sport it is
to dizzy me,
I pretend
a diamond rink
in chassé with
Terpsichore.
Tag Archives: leaf
Connections: May 12.17
Connections: December 3.16
One newly smithed leaf
clanged to hot glow
bright yet from autumn’s forge
amid the dry and fallow.
Connections: November 13.16
Sun-wrapped copper
solitary
fragile petioleness
loner
extraordinary
in its oneness
wholeness.
Connections: October 14.16
Connections: August 26
Connections: June 4
Hey, little bug! Do you know why you’re green?
So you can sit on a leaf and not be seen!
Yet here you are
appendicular
neon
on my screen.
Where are your bug wits? You should be more sly
hiding from hungry robin’s eye.
Is it just
that you must
touch
that raspberry sky?
Connections: March 17
Amid airy brambled brown
in twiggy knots
it hovers
this newborn green
like wings
in thickets.
Gone to leaf
in a blink
be quick-eyed
and see.
May you find new green today, dear reader. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Connections: November 22
Winter is icumen in
lhude sing the flue
bloweth snows
and freezeth nose
sing the flue!
Crimson leaf doth nobly hold
but arresteth not the season;
cometh chapstick, cometh cold,
pulleth I my fleece on.
