beginning
by Kitty Boots
time lost in darkness, a struggle in the sheets
time gained in sunlight, fragrant, warm, dizzyingly bright, life
green shoots appear over a brown mass, they reach, grow, undulating in the breeze
stars shift, clutter a clear sky
disappear behind strung-out clouds
get a shout-out from the moon
sweet sunrise, a blessing from the east
winds calm, dew lingers for hours
holding down bees in the clover
a holy wetness
cool, mingled with dust, pollen
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Author's Note
Just observations of nature. I dedicate this to my friend, David James.
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Beautiful visuals, Kitty. Yes, the sun also rises. David would be proud.
"a holy wetness
cool, mingled with dust, pollen"
The poem brought to mind William Carlos Williams: "No ideas, but in things". Very haiku-like. "beginning" is a wonderful cluster, and a fitting piece to dedicate to David.
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Thank you, Matt.
Thank you, Sam.
The first line brought me right home. I'm with you.*
Lovely imagery.
gorgeous images*
"dew lingers for hours
holding down bees in the clover"
Well done, lovely work.
Thank you, Tim.
Thank you, Angela.
Thank you, Beate.
Thank you, Darryl. There are some beautiful things out there...I look for them every day.
Lovely work.
Thank you, Gary.
Dew holding down bees in clover, a fine image. All good stuff.*