Song for the spring

There is a red cardinal

  feather-red

  winter-red

sitting on an oak branch

  old limb

  new leaves

contrasting with the green earth

  spring’s here

  green growth

the sun is sweetly golden

the cardinal is red

the earth is gladly green.

Worlds turn--

Worlds turn, light twists

we sleep. Gold dreams

come through stars and cloud

black horses of the mind

drift through the sky.

days’ pain made soft

through furred air

we wait in the wings

we hum in the dark

rise now in the sun

paths turn, feet shift

trees strangely seem

in this cold borning light

Have we not changed

(minds, hands, eyes, thought)

throughout our sojourn

in black crystal dreams?

Wind

wild and fast and cold

slow and warm and old

daintily dancing

wildly prancing

tossing the leaves

swaying the trees

sweeping clean the sky

moon

and stars

it comes.

(My first poem! Written all by myself! When I was...12 I think.)

Upon rejection

I could not answer

her words shocked me

into silence

not that

I cared

it was only that

the words

surprised me

and then...

silence

(I really, really, really hated school. Really.)