Winter Songs

phishgod

Winter Songs

at this moment:
very little
is being sung. . .

and the far marsh,
now revealing the
reflection of 10,000
candles slicing lake
shore, some redpinks
glisten rippling rip-
plings and the still
silence echoes moon,
starshines swirling,
winter's edge, sedge
and cattail, it soon
will ice reflections

singing winter songs

--November 4, 2002

FinsburyParkCarrots

You caught the gleam of that beautiful creature, that moment of poetic revelation, just by its slippery tail. You didn't frighten it. You called it to you, held it fleetingly in your hand...its heart quivered on your palm, it as entranced as you, nervously appreciative, but warm, aglow. And it revealed its wonder to you as a couple of images, and made its way away again, until the next time. I love and envy that.

Yellow

winter songs
so silently precious
like whales song
or elephant calls
but not quite...
no not quite
like elephant calls
brighter

mourning lost
for death's come and gone
so
maybe they're tenacious things
like the grass that stays green in the shade
or the last green leaf
refusing to turn away
the sable mink rolling
spring's bluebell tolling
calling the daffodils
to come out and play
































(my daffodils came out yesterday... just the shoots but... shoot... ain't winter grand?)