Late January spell

Half moon, cradle of shadows and light
Needle our eyes to star-burst night
Thump our chests, mired in hemlock & brine
Half moon, cradle of shadows and light
Draw amber and seeds on our palms
We long for sunshine and rain clouds 



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

Awakening spring

a red apple
plops 

on soil
a half-world away

summer
pulses of hungry bees & fire-

             flies-
it's the season of heat, lime- 

pressed drinks & masked
carnivals- i wait

for curl
of first magnolia bulb

& quickening of new
               moon

Picture credit:   here

Posted for D'verse poets Pub - OpenLinkNight ~  Trying my hand at Imagism (WCW poems), which I missed last week ~Thanks for the visit ~