#1680 - two poems - morning meadow stroll & a woodsthick deep

 

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two poems

 

morning meadow stroll

 

midst hat

with wings

and might be eagle

 

the dew till noon

 

where the deer departed

 

birchfall

and burrow stone

go for a slide

 

by moss

by fabulous fungus

 

all colour given by our star

 

where lightning

not the axe fell

 

and all the tricks of light

 

with someone is climbing

someone’s away

 

other eyes lit here

 

waft of honey yet to be

 

hear the forest shadows shift

 

wildflowers standing nameless to me

 

strange trees

uneven ground

trip hazards

 

comes then our house to top the hill

 

where all the ways are lost

out in this breath of fresh of air

 

a woodsthick deep

Tewksbury Hollow Road (T351)

 

imagine snow

Frost’s miles to go

 

a birch in the blue today

 

a blue up

and a pasture roll

 

needle too

summer yet

 

a settling of truck dust

 

at one point someone’s chickens follow

 

trudge on

and that’s the rhythm

 

lines of power soldier through

 

a sunfall tumble

at gallop the deer

 

a breeze leaf twirl lit

 

all these on our way

 

the day keeps giving along