June (d, untitled trio)
the black sky lightens
to the chirping
of a single bird
---
morning shafts of light
a flurry of dust motes
---
No ripe wild raspberries, yet
such sweet perfect unripeness
in this very moment
Bill Krumbein
June (c)
Cup In Hand
"Light mist stretches across the river"
I stand above at my window
cup in hand still as any tree
in concert with awesome beauty
a blank day waiting for me
to fill with joy and worry
that I have done this all my
life makes it all of my life
tiny details dwarf the grandeur
animated by the spin of wheels
I have to bow take my leave
the trees sigh stand their ground
Pat Nolan
Friday, January 2, 2009
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