i want to be stamped
in spaces between verses
in crannies between bookshelves
my voice, a lone songbird
rising from the rain-soaked dandelions
to summer of marigolds & blue asters
i want to be settled as
sand & sumac moving in rhythm with wind-
black cradled rocks digging deep in bush-
recite my incantation of wishes
for the yellowing of autumn leaves to
be buried in winter field of ice & white sky-
cover me in earth's seasons
rejoicing
i am from this land
and to earth, i will return-
seeds, pods, flowers, trees along the blue
mouth of Lake Ontario
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Tuesday's Poetics-The Four Elements, hosted by Kim Russell. Thank you for your visits and comments.
