Wednesday, April 16, 2014

For the sake of posting...

I want to give you pictures and stories and conversation.  I am caught up in the busy-ness of life.  I'll leave you a poem.  It has no name, so feel free to advise.

Who isn’t the admirer of life, leaning,
Cap-cocked, lowing, crowing,
over latent mysteries?

Who hasn’t held a hand over fire?
Heart-quaking, hand-steady,
Knowing it’s not a feat.

Rhyme and time are natural,
we keep them tongue in cheek.
To our heatbeats rhythm running
Keeping ourselves stunned in
Our quiet.

I do not write.
I have felt a child and
felt it go.

I have felt beauty
And held on,
And let go.

This winter is long.
I’ve known the first sunburn,
And still it freezes.

I am grateful for
everything I did not plant
that I can put in the dirt
next week.

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