Just started this blogging thing… who knew. The poem in this post is not among those that will be found in my (soon to be published) collection entitled, “Compass”, which is currently in production at Outskirts Press.
Just a taste of what may be found in my book as my style has changed little in the last few months.
Enjoy.
Blackbirds’ Reel
How odd that I have never
Noticed until recently
How all the shrubs
And trees I’ve planted
All lean perceptibly south
Their main stems
Or trunks
Gently bending,
Tipping towards the sun.
The pond is locked
In ice
Painted green
With duckweed
Frozen in its embrace
Around its rim
See the water begin
To show
Melting slow
In time to the restless
Ghost songs
Of redwing blackbird males
Who arrive
So early
In the spring
Waiting in the naked brush
Of the swamplands
For their mates
To find their way home
And dance over the damselfly waters
To peeper frog melodies
At dusk
Among the fireflies
Like Chinese lanterns
Bobbing through
The wild blueberry bracken.
There are bulbs
I have planted this past autumn
Beneath the frozen soil
Tulips, daffodils and crocus
And when the earth tips
Towards the sun
They will break the ground
Softly, gently
With their many beautiful
Colored blossoms.
February 2012
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