spring – Words and Feathers

skin damage (20170329)

March 29, 2017 crow4 Comments

we wear each other like second skins
a tight fit in winter and spring
but in summer we peel apart

all too soon one of us is dragged
into the quick
threatening pain
scars
and blood

if freckles were the only damage
if only

in the spring (20170313)

March 13, 2017 crow23 Comments

no gentle spring rains
from the wretched grandfather clock
just the constant hunger for winding
we feed it tension and time
it belches chimes gears and fears

that reek of aftershave
brought tears to my eyes
an empty chair
a thousand sour, empty threats

——

for
dVerse ~ Poets Pub
Quadrille #28: Spring

Poem 20160225c

February 25, 2016February 25, 2016 crow2 Comments

silent birds
there will be no spring
no blossoms
no green buds
to reach for the yellow sun
no signaled ending

winter sleeps
and in his flawed dream
his eyes close
then open
a cold world shot through with ice
white intensity

——

Poem 20150331

March 31, 2015March 31, 2015 crow2 Comments

erupt!

          spring out of the earth
a thousand

thousand grasses
a million blooms heavy
with the buzzing 
                  of bees
and the hummings of birds
        who have forgotten the words

and soon
         soon
the peaches
with their soft fuzz
  and their sensual curves
      dripping with sticky
          sweet
nectar

Poem 20150226

February 26, 2015 crow

spring is still just a word
though the temperatures soar

into the seventies and eighties
winter is the official season

but you can’t reason with a tree
and i hope the bees are not loafing around

Poem 20150208

February 8, 2015 crow

the day cools
yesterday was much hotter
than predicted
today seemed much cooler
than predicted

the sky is blue
so blue
so clear
so pure
it’s a verb
it blues so hard
it hurts to stare at it
from my spot
on the couch

i spare it a moment
while i think about
something else
until looking at the sky
makes my eyes water
and i forget what
i was thinking about

the grass explodes
out of the earth
in ragged patterns
begging for the mower’s blade
the trees bud green and white
with fresh leaves
and new branches
the flowers that have survived
winter
open their faces
unfolding like flags
we won’t surrender
we reach for the sun
we have waited for spring
and spring has not
forgotten us

Poem 20150102

January 2, 2015 crow

It’s Friday!

Haiku Friday!

Yes, I know it was a haiku yesterday (more or less) but that’s because it was the new year. Oshogatsu Omedetou Gozaimasu!

five little swallows
hop on the ground among bushes
hoping for early spring

Poem 20141220

December 20, 2014December 20, 2014 crow

let’s draw a map on your skin
whipped cream for snow
chocolate sauce for roads
blue icing for rivers
fresh spring leaves from trees for the landscape
rose petals for every point of interest
let’s study the map
and explore the territory

Poem 20141210

December 10, 2014 crow

with the hint of warmer weather
after a cool spring
i ate lunch on park bench
you found me there
walking with a mutual friend
who suspiciously had to go
so you sat next to me
we skated along the edge
of summer
our last year
while you educated me on
the various types of flicking
vicious, light, and the rest
i accused you later of
using magic to capture me
but you swore it was just
the flicking

Tag: spring