#414
Swinging in the Wind
On this breezy spring morning
Bach died aborning
As the Wind Chime
Rang out loud and clear.
If the Wind only knew
How to create Bach true
Then Spring you could
Both see and hear.
Spring
After Dylan Thomas...
#393
Death
I don't want to die in the Springtime,
I don't want to leave in the Fall,
I don't want to exit in Summer;
I'd prefer not to exit at all.
But I will go gentle in Winter
If the snow's scattered deep all around;
I'll go mostly gentle in Winter,
Into that good night and the ground.
A Garden walk, 29 March 2012...
#215
Silence
In full Springtime bloom--
Hot pink, fuchsia, sunlit red--
The azalea caught me unaware,
And stopped me dead!
We have two magnolias already undressing...
#213
Seducer
Magnanimous magnolia,
So free with her blooms;
Lascivious lavender,
Brief springtime costume.
22 March 2012
Blackbirds this time...
#98
Spring's Ambush
When blackbirds come in numbers,
You know Spring has arrived:
They settle in the white pines,
Swamp feeders with their greed,
Knocking them to pieces,
Spilling all the seed.
Their mating cries are raucous
And fill the springtime air;
They poop on all the garden gnomes
And sometimes in my hair.
Would to God the blackbirds
Would find another land,
Preferably way out to sea
On someone else's strand--
Though,
When blackbirds come in numbers,
Spring you know's at hand.