Monday, March 26, 2012

Song for the spring

There is a red cardinal
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.

Monday, March 19, 2012

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?

Monday, March 12, 2012


wild and fast and cold
slow and warm and old
daintily dancing
wildly prancing
tossing the leaves
swaying the trees
sweeping clean the sky
and stars
it comes.

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

Monday, March 5, 2012

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...

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