wake
to the whispering night
throw off
the gathering gloom
put on
against the cold of might
a cloak of dreams
to tend to him to her
go
with child
go
to come out of Egypt
go
for the dawn
in
you
and just
as Joseph
take
silence
Audio:
Category: Early Poems
In Season
this
I am
circle of summer
drift of fall
in of winter
out of spring
without the hurt
of hurry
Three Summer Plays
breeze
on a swing
waves
of tall grass
a train
through the night
To Name
Be sure as
a rising stem
swift as
a bud to rose
certain
as the wind
Tiger Lily
a roar of orange
halts me
where they crouch
over the walk
ready
on long green limbs
to seize
anyone with an eye
to pet them
I do
once eaten
I move on
in a purr of being
well fed
Yellow Bus, Yellow Bus
winter wrapped
in a blue grey morn
I stand
waiting for the light
to change
for the world as I know it
to pass
waiting almost
without eyes
cornered by another
morning rush
when heaven opens
in a smile
from a yellow bus
passing by
a child’s wave
from a frosty window
floods me with delight
his lips play
a soundless good-bye
as the bus turns
taking him to school
yellow bus, yellow bus
takes me too
Audio:
Cleaning Lady
an unnoticeable
she
pushcarts her way through
the Christmas mall
her wordless eyes
cleanse
silence mine
with
notice
Blossom
from bud to blossom
the unhurried grows
to begin to end
it knows it knows
Prayer in Yellow
in a yellow wood
I found
a book of prayer
unbound
leaves
of wind
burning
heaven
down
Mischief
the sky is green
the corn is blue
the wind plays
mischief
in between
“Anyone who sees and paints
a sky green
and pastures blue
ought to be sterilized.”
Hitler