Monday, April 30, 2012

May Day

The Oregon Grape is pulsing
its yellow flowers and the river
willows surge with their green
shift. In the wild fields, baby bunnies
are running for their lives. And we,
the most terrible hawk of all,
we are grounded by the sweet
bliss of springtime.

1 comment:

  1. Strong imagery & straightforward, to the point. I like some poems that work like espresso. This is one.


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