a giggle
gathers mirth
on its tumble
to full bodied laughter
winter rays
bend light
a blind kiss
in an unplowed lot
May bows to December
red rustles ancestral dreams
blue vibrates with bold pleasure
green inhales deep memory
yellow jiggles the holy yolk
December arcs to May
outside the visible spectrum
the marsh marigold
signals a prudent bee’s
dizzying descent
a common barn swallow
flares his chestnut collar
in an eternal dance
As May bends to December
and back again
light spreads
you mean to say
that fata morgana
is mirage?
4 comments:
Gabrielle this is glorius!
A rainbow of light connecting winter and summer....
There is no illusion in this....
The light is everywhere...
Kissing us with an understanding of the spectrum of humanity...
As a new day breaks...
I bow to your beauty my friend
and send you my deep, enduring love,
Maithri
Longfellow would be proud.
I do so hope that spring is no mirage, even though that sooty Phil from Punxstawny says it is.
don't worry walking man - Chuck from Staten Island says spring is on its way - plus Chuck bit the mayor so you know he knows what he's doing
gabrielle - the cadence of this poem made me happy - reading it aloud to myself filled me with joy
thank you
Maithri - As you know this was written in honor of your upcoming journey to Swaziland. It is a poem about expanding the visible spectrum. Which you do in your loving and in your living. Thank you for the inspiration.
the walking man - I am so honored that you liked the poem. spring is on it's way. and winter is good.
Dianne - I'm glad Morgana made you happy. It's a rolling down the knoll kind of poem.
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