1. Sit down amid golden reeds
And share a tree with some birds.
The library of downy cattail books around you
Draws a tawny landscape.
2. Those birds I saw, they sing.
They sing . . . an orchestra/choir
In real, old-fashioned surround sound.
3. Remember the smell of spring?
It enveloped me today
With its loamy, growing, earth-scent.
4. The lake was cool,
But they ruckussed and splashed anyways.
5. Walking barefoot on forest trails:
The winter-long leaves lay softer than
Bedsheets of silk on my skin.
5 comments:
I like that you put poetry on your blog. I enjoy poetry :) And I'm glad you like Gilead! It's so beautifully written, isn't it? Are you done with it now?
I. Love. Your. Postcards.
Thank you for posting more.
Please do it again in the future.
did you write those?
Kristina, I haven't finished Gilead because my roommate took it back home. But I will be finishing it . . . eventually.
Eva, I'll definitely be posting more postcards. At the moment they are my favorite form of writing.
And I did write them, Phil. Poetry has been more interesting to me lately.
i have Gilead. want to borrow it?
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