December 2009
8 posts
I made a chapbook of some of these micro-poems for family & friends. Made a few extras. Want one? 1st 4 callers. Contact me: http://tinyurl.com/ydxalk9
The birds don’t wonder
why apes bring seed each morning.
They accept what is.
On a winter branch,
a kinglet inclines his head,
shows his ruby crown.
Crescent moon
grins pale and yellow
through treetops.
Leaves cling to the tree like dancers unwilling to release their partners.
After the frost,
the bush is a galaxy
of collapsed stars.
Slow white flakes
drifting down silent.
A folded sky.
Cold, drizzly and gray,
flurries in the hill country—
December perfect.