Monthly Archives: April 2011

The Spring of Storms

We will call it the Spring of Storms. We will tell stories of this rain, the wild-fires of wind. We will remember full brown rivers overflowing, houses blown down, washed away. When sun returns the flowers will bloom. We will … Continue reading

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So Suffered and Lit

I don’t know what it means this dying and rising God :: only everything so suffered and lit -wrensong

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This Body…

This body: hands, eyes, heart, mind spinning galaxies thru space :: only a word, a kiss, a shadow -wrensong Inspired by the Inkseeds Poetry prompt for today: The Body

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Drink the Dew, she said…

Drink the dew, she said, from the wild green fingers of grass. There is held the whole of it: the dark nectar of earth, the blue songs of wind, the fierce golden blades of spring sun. Drink! -wrensong

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The Gift

a bouquet for my mother happily clutched in one pudgy hand :: is she waiting again this spring at the kitchen door? -wrensong

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Out of My Heart’s Flowers

Out of the basket of this day woven in widening hours of sun a season grows full verdant fertile green Out of my heart’s flowers this impetuous life -wrensong      

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My Little Voice

tired of my little voice… it’s always the trees, moon, wind :: even so I wake to the dogwood brilliant in a soft rain -wrensong

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Rain at Dawn

A delicious thunderstorm in the April dawn drums on east over the River… Out my window the Robin in full voice sings his morning prayers in the rain. -wrensong

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Night in Decorah

  I am captivated watching an eagle sleep, strong dark wings tucked around her brood of chicks, feathers rising and falling with each breath, ruffling in the wind. -wrensong

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Weary and Fierce

All day women’s voices weary and fierce, tonight there is only the clear teal of sky and a bear-claw moon hung in the west.   -wrensong

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