a symphony at the park

blue sky, fresh cool wind,
afternoon sun on my face -
seagulls shriek, trumpets
over empty streets & tracks
above stadiums deadly quiet

ducks swimming in ponds
geese swooping from sky, thunder-
bolts of wings, symphony
of robins and cardinals -

magical season, i am spring



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -Quadrille, hosted by Linda Lyberg.   This is a 44 word post, with the given word,  MAGIC.    Pub doors open at 3pm EST.   

today, i am a daffodil

the world is a globe
of swirling dust & dead leaves
covering the streets
empty of cars & bustle of city

i hold it, slanting
to where a single sheen of light
glows & spreads
its palette of hues & birdsongs

tiny buds of daffodils,
moss & wild blooms
are birthing, babbling
with smell of earthworms

rhythm of life surges, swells
with measured beats
listening to ancient call of earth
                                                      & i follow



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at the turn of clock, ontario lake is

gorgeous in blue
stirring the swans, ducks
& birds in flight

cool wind rocks sassy dance
with sky & shoreline
undulating in endless
churning waves & foam

spring arrives (here)
mapping seeds, vines & petals
tilting our faces to brighter days

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille - 44 word post.  The word for today is STIR.

Spring wishes

Spring showers, wild honeycombs, bed of seeds
Swirl last snowflake to dust, grey to green buds
Our skin is pale moon under pewter sky   
Spring showers, wild honeycombs, bed of seeds 
Soak our words with birdsongs, maple & spice 
Our faces are flowers, dewed by dusk

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Thanks for the visit and comments.

Helianthus annuus

you shape my face
by light
you spice my lips
of storms

my stem reaches to sky
wrinkling gradient of darkness
to brightest shades 

you fill my cheeks
of seeds & quills in
perfect symmetry & florets

in swirling harmony-
a flower, cluster of flowers, crown
of flowering spirals, bouquets of sun-

shine
for you-




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - To be a flower hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3 pm EST.

s p a c e s

you keep filling pages
with words
gridlines
& quotes

i see the slant of setting sun on winterfrost
and small birds spiralling out
at slightest sound

time is slow burn
stretching unscarfing in 
quietude of evenings

here are spaces within me
that are
                       just


                               

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by De Jackson.   This is a 44 word post with the given word, FILL.  Join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.

February

The bones are still canvas
knuckled & chaffed dry by winter chill

Not a leaf, not a petal tarries by
only the roots hidden deep, knits

the pattern of light & shadows
the memories of fullness of moon

as seeds dream of sweetest fruits
and vines drape their fingertips on empty husks

I trace the chords of 
maddening clouds & tumult of dying sun 

There's a grumble of hysteria underground
I can't wait to scent the delirium of first blooming



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secrets of the moon

the night draws its own
delicate calligraphy on velvet sky

the flock of birds follow the invisible
lines, bows and arcs 

i roll over the letters
wafer thin as fading leaves & catch

the breeze of winter ice & maple trees-
what is hollowed, whitened out blank page

expands and surges out with fullness-
though i try, i can never grasp 

the moment's infiniteness 
the perfect arrangement of words

and that may be a good thing  
lost in mystery 

you rub stardust on my palms
and whisper your secrets 
                                        to the moon



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - "Secrets" Poetics hosted by Merril D. Smith.   Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST.

(again)

you 
are the opaline clouds
salty foam from the roar of the ocean waves
beating my wild moon heart

and if i have to choose 
you (again)

i'll embrace your dewdrops
absorb your words as rain
and brush your ash over my singed skin 



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by De Jackson.  This is a 44 word post with the chose word, ROAR.   Thanks for the visit. 

snow moon

your kiss is a sonnet
wild juniper berries in tonic
from your heartbeat 
you give me garden of verses 
unrhymed poetry, earnest light

               moon tides, my lungs on fire, milk flowers turn red 

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