Post by anirbas on May 5, 2007 0:13:59 GMT -6
a lover
carefully picking
the hairpins from the coil
of his beloved's hair and flinging
them to the floor, the wind plucks
the white blossoms from the crown
of the catalpa and throws them
to the ground to nestle
as white stars amongst
a universal field
of emerald
st. augustine
grass
in
the creek
thickets, a cardinal
sings, "what cheer-cheer-cheer!"
and a mockingbird joins in, scansorially
leaping the musical scale with lilting glee
while a woman spins about, cottonwood seedlings
caught in her whirling hair like fairy orbs trapped there
her arms outstretched so her fingers can caress the skies
as she tilts her face to the heavens whispering,
thank you...thank you...thank you...
in her own fashion, singing praises
to the universe like the birds...
carefully picking
the hairpins from the coil
of his beloved's hair and flinging
them to the floor, the wind plucks
the white blossoms from the crown
of the catalpa and throws them
to the ground to nestle
as white stars amongst
a universal field
of emerald
st. augustine
grass
in
the creek
thickets, a cardinal
sings, "what cheer-cheer-cheer!"
and a mockingbird joins in, scansorially
leaping the musical scale with lilting glee
while a woman spins about, cottonwood seedlings
caught in her whirling hair like fairy orbs trapped there
her arms outstretched so her fingers can caress the skies
as she tilts her face to the heavens whispering,
thank you...thank you...thank you...
in her own fashion, singing praises
to the universe like the birds...
