Hollow
I’ll hide you in my bosom like an owl in a hollow, and you will find it full and warm with sustenance to swallow.
First Bird
First bird of the morning,I heard you sing,but now I hear thunder in your same sky.Maybe there’s rainto come for the ground,but while it is raining, where will you hide?
Cloud-Glasses
The strange yellow glowof this pressure system (low)reminds me of the cloud-glassesthat we used to haveto wear when it was greyto make it seem a sunny daybut it just seemed cloudy-yellowlike today.
Don’t Go Outch
I’d advise: do not go outwhen there is no wind.A mosquito will slurp you up his snout and spit you out again.
The Rain Is Like a Curtain
The rain is like a curtain,the drops are like the cloth,that thick and heavy velvetwith corners chewed by moths.The world outside’s a theater.We turn the script’s first page.Until the rain stops falling,we’ll practice here, backstage.
The Hills Are Alive
The hills are alivewith grass to my kneesand bugs and alfalfa––all music to me!
Flowering Tree
I’d like to bea flowering treewith toes in the waterand hair in the breeze,as strong as an oakand as light as a feather,except I want to bloomthrough each season’s weather.
Chartreuse
Justice, now I know why you chose chartreuse.It seemed an ugly color; now I know the truth. It comes out of the treesbefore it turns to dark green leaves.It’s the color of spring, the color of new.
Not Just Nice
Oh, let me not be like today,sunshine spread across my face,but with a heart as cold as ice.Let me be loving, not just nice.
Spring Inside
Spring smells like my college town, the last place I smelled spring,and it’s like I’m in Kentucky in the morning when birds sing,and the breeze is Colorado with the window open wide,and now I realize how much spring I’ve bottled … Continued