Monthly Archives: March 2014
Poem Red but Blue with sprouts of Green Some of Purple Streaks of Yellow. Copper Brown. blended earth and puzzled bark. Dusty Tans and dirt bleached socks. Growing. Organic. Living. and patchy White.
Forsythia, Forsythia Springing towards the sky, Lighting strikes of Yellow Pulling heaven and earth together Brightening every eye Named for some guy William a botanist by trade. Strange that leaping call within Is naught but an echo of his name Forsythia, O, Forsythia Reduced by the same winter Covered by the same ice Other plants […]
Wilderness Carl Sandberg There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go. There is […]