Saturday, April 11, 2009

Poem a Day, April 11

April 11, 2009





nothing is or was, but now
falling rain and clouds

the slow hum
of thought, of warmth
flowing from the vent

dark, and darker the sky
swirling and churning
clouds, then more rain

nothing now, but it was
maybe, wet with meaning

then what? coyotes howl
and rabbits say nothing, so?
spring, yes, it's spring

the phoenix, rebirth in flame
but now here, here it's sand
and rocks, various pale greens

what does it mean? it means
what, for lizards and snakes
care why? or don't

spring, yes, ravens nesting
clouds and rain, then sun
always sun, always . . . .



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