Wood ducks with their gorgeous face markings, fabulous red-headed pileated woodpeckers, a tiny jittery brown wren. The cherry tree just beginning to bud and in Boston, the magnolia trees in their white and purple magnificence. This is today.
My son was on school vacation this week so yesterday we took a very long walk along the river and watched the high schoolers practice their sculling--at least that's what I think it's called. We saw teeny tiny fish and bugs out and luckily no tics. We met some very friendly little dogs.
Just a reminder that I'm giving out free poetry books--just comment here.
The poems are, well, not daily but sporadically happening. It's always a joy just to write, even when I absolutely hate them afterward.
And Having Broken Into Blossom
after James Wright
there is no against
just to and fro
and where before I wondered
what and why now
I shyly bend and blend
into the sensible breeze
if there were anything
more to say
this pink of pink of pink
that I am
would be answer
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from A Wild Surmise Red Hen Press
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