Saturday, May 18, 2024

What frost heave tosses (2017)

 winter feathered sketch



today a sketch,  a balk to the park;

get oxygen moving, give muscle some spark,

   towering trees ice tipped and holy,

  fog overflowing horizon a bowl we


sup slowly, no hurry bestirring

that work past word's lark, demurring

   to leave a limb so warm clung

   to sing rare hollers, never'fore sung


flying most prescient, tail feather serves

over the tennis court, winter unnerved

   squirrel eats fir skin, there high by the sun

   warming a paunch and nuts by the ton


planting ice needle drip heat feeds the mosses,

stellar jays hunting, what frost heave tosses

 



 


Mt Tabor

12-28-17

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