A florescence. Make of it what you will. I’m writing a double wedding scene in Dublin cathedral, that’s my excuse.
Release the hummingbirds
and cat-clawed weasel words
orca-striped badger herds—give us peace!
Tag: florescence
Morning light
Saying goodbye to NaPoWriMo with a florescence.
This silent morning bright
with birdsong, quick-winged flight
that ravels up the night in soft bliss.
Spring song source: florescence
Spring splashes us with song
from source the season long—
these fledglings all belong on the wing.
Spring florescence
A bit early, I know.
Darting on grey blue wings
dipping where blackbird sings
somewhere a harebell rings—spring starting.
Small town, winter
Day is grey, full of cloud,
in the cold street a crowd
listens to music loud—fountains play.
Listening for lost parents
In the dark, brush of wings,
an owl a message brings,
sound of your voices springs, shivers skin
They sing across the sky,
I feel them pass, they fly,
no need for wings; I cry still today.
These nights
These nights are silent white
with frost and silver light
of moon that shines so bright through dark trees.
In every light
Chiaroscuro twilight
Dimpled dappled sunbright
Moonmilk silvered starnight, you I see.
Owl double florescence
Tonight the grass beneath
My feet has no cold teeth,
No frost with white-furred sheath casts pale light.
Clouds obscure the night sky,
In the dark no stars die,
Falling shards, no owls cry, dark as shrouds.
Owl florescence 3
Moon mist fills the night sky
A milky sea while I
Search the grass with keen eye for warm mouse.
