Thursday, December 29th, 2011
have we talked enough about the weather?
the full implications of it all
the rain
the mud
warm morning walks in the brown woods
my invisible breath
my warm nose
it’s not the winter we know
skeletal topography exposed
fallen trees rotting wet
exquisitely green moss
the yellow green willows
the green green grass around the pond
the swirling black swamp
the loud brook
the green algae veneer on my garden buddha
it is the season of the earth
the soil sinks and heaves
rocks bloom
lichen covers damp bark in a thousand shades of grey
and the forsythia is confused
Tags: poetry