Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Poems for early May

Son Eric's backyard, summer '15
 
walking the Labyrinth--
at first, intent on staying
within the lines
 
May 1--
earliest we could
go barefooted
 
patio floor boards
reflecting the waining light
soaking up raindrops
 
too young
to own a cottontail
our silence
 
yellow butterfly
nose to throat
with the honeysuckle
 
along the creek bank
kudzu climbs the cottonwood--
tall weed skeletons
 
gentle shower
mixed with the smell of woodsmoke--
bird with nesting grass

PL - selections from Connecting Our Houses (1997),
MayDay-MayDay-MayDay (2003), a bird calls at dusk (2007),
along the creek bank (2005).

1 comment:

  1. You are the first person Ive ever known to mention waiting until May to be allowed to go barefoot. It was a rule at out house. Any idea why?

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