Wednesday, March 21, 2007

spring forth

.
season pleased with its launch
sky pressing gray hills and hiding cottonwood
mist touching my heart before the pussy willows soft
touch it here and magic
soul knows
gold and reds and many shades of earth
still hidden by the thatch of tan-bleached grass
and snow patched a few more days or hours
on the north side hiding
sun loves too
o spring
green forth with joy
trickle drip
and rich
.

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  2. Love it!

    Almost onomatopoeic in the combination of line length and topic---almost a shape poem of trickling water, it feels like I read it something like this:

    ....on the north side hiding
    ...sun loves too............
    ..o spring..................
    .green forth with joy.......
    trickle drip................
    ...and rich.................
    ......o.....................

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  3. must be this Spring is contagious
    catch more

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