Wednesday, February 13, 2008

and then

prairie poppy

this is the memory that
persists
feeding larger fires
like kindling

that great distance
your voice far from me

thunder
rain
clouds
crowding the sun

and then

the parched earth
serves its thirst
remembers its sweet
sticky nature
recalls how to
clump and hold

dust now receptive ground
welcomes the plow

2 comments:

bobcat rock said...

Absolutely beautiful, Lady Hoo. (I'm beginning to feel quite stale - whenever i comment on any of your postings, i always use the same word. But then, if it has beauty, if it is of beauty, then...)

Anonymous said...

SPRINGTIME! (good poem).
-AB

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