Saturday, May 26, 2012

White Wind

A strong wind is mothering the trees
nuzzling the dusty leaves,
cleaning their ears. She feels like
a white tiger mother whose lullaby
sweeps deeply into my memory of home.
There is no going back now.
Even the hawk is carried unresisting
to wherever this huge gentleness
wills her to go.


  1. Ahhh, gorgeous as always. Your poetry nourishes me

  2. What sorcery do you perform to conjure this magic?

  3. I've been watching the lambs with their mothers these last weeks, and a pair of mares with colts in the field up the road. White Wind is full of the feeling of the season. We are all carried unresisting at this time of year.


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