Sunday, January 16, 2011

Mulberry Trees Taken by Storm in Winter

Startled
By a tremendous
Wave of starlings alighting,

Assuming shimmering myriad
Leaf-like shapes clinging to branches
Unnoticed because they were bare—

Now a thrumming insistence
Too wondrous to bear.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Thursday, January 13, 2011

"One of Those Things"

I know they are nothing

Out of the ordinary,
Uninspired words we find
Ourselves saying when

Something common-
Place happens, which
Happens so often,

So why
Are we at a loss
When they no longer appear?

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Village Hearth in the Dead of Winter

1.

Home was where

The few dying
Embers of the olive

Were always warm
Enough to warm

The cold, weathered insoles
Of our shoes

Before we trudged
Off to school.

2.

School was where
The teacher kept warm

By thrashing us
With an olive stick

When the answers
To his questions

Were not what he wanted
To hear.

3.

The first flowers caught
Rearing their heads

Through the snow
Were always wild

Yellow crocuses in early,
Early spring.

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