for Irene
the breeze came up soft
from the river in the mornings
waving through the pines
winding the grasses around its fingers
when the high ridges blurred
in the haze of the midday sun
the wind mostly held its breath
silent as the river tumbled by
fish flickered in the shadows
sheets hung silent on the line
till the afternoon cooled
breeze brushed around the corners
clothes dried
by the granby river sun
caught the scent
in every fibre and crease
I could fold the clothes
and carry the river
up the stairs
into our rooms
Friday, October 25, 2019
Thursday, October 17, 2019
morning moon
the old moon does not rush through the night
gets up a little late
hanging in the morning sky
as though she's lost her way
followed us to school today
disappeared without leaving traces
while we meandered along the pathways
popping up in unexpected places
overheard us
while we discussed the colors
of trees
..that bunnies hopped
and stopped
and also frogs
or magpies who flew
and maybe
we could be a bunny on the way home
or a magpie
or a frog
the moon was waiting at school today
hanging in the morning sky
as though she'd lost her way
.
gets up a little late
hanging in the morning sky
as though she's lost her way
followed us to school today
disappeared without leaving traces
while we meandered along the pathways
popping up in unexpected places
overheard us
while we discussed the colors
of trees
..that bunnies hopped
and stopped
and also frogs
or magpies who flew
and maybe
we could be a bunny on the way home
or a magpie
or a frog
the moon was waiting at school today
hanging in the morning sky
as though she'd lost her way
meandering on pathways |
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