Midday
on a streetlight unlit
a Hawk
the Moon
rings
when the clouds roll over
the smell of broken Earth
the Color on my hands
the sharp and savory
acid scent of Juniper
sprung green from Granite
a pine cone
in the soft, blue alkaline
sweet alpine Water
termite hieroglyphs
drift wood Houses in braille
rough under fingers
sun bleached tree stump
on lake shore stones
one root in the water
Spring sun
snow patches
in tree shade
the lichen bright lime
making patient animals
of old growth Cedars
Fall
from leaf to leaf
the paths of ants
bent over
staring at the Earth
where is this poem?
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
Midday
on a streetlight unlit
a Hawk
the Moon
rings
when the clouds roll over
the smell of broken Earth
the Color on my hands
the sharp and savory
acid scent of Juniper
sprung green from Granite
a pine cone
in the soft, blue alkaline
sweet alpine Water
termite hieroglyphs
drift wood Houses in braille
rough under fingers
sun bleached tree stump
on lake shore stones
one root in the water
Spring sun
snow patches
in tree shade
the lichen bright lime
making patient animals
of old growth Cedars
Fall
from leaf to leaf
the paths of ants
bent over
staring at the Earth
where is this poem?
