Wednesday, April 29, 2020

GUSTS, Number 31, Spring/Summer 2020

the rungs
of a spider's ladder
frosted silver
I climb out of myself
into wonderment

my sisters make
angels in pollen dust . . .
spring arrives
in a haze of sneezing
and hilarity

rime ice
on every crimson leaf
this morning
a radiance of cardinals
prepares to take flight

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