The Abettor of Bees…
Flowing Nature by Gracenotes, The Daughter, AppleCiderGirl I’m the movement of clouds, … Continue reading The Abettor of Bees…
Tag: Poem
Pale Clouds of Blossom Hold
The weathered pear, four generations old My window-meditation, lives in peace. Rough boughs, pale clouds of fragile blossom hold Where slim bees hover. Tender leaves increase, Light-fringed, to cup the summer sky and move In gentle lifting through blue-dappled shade. … Continue reading Pale Clouds of Blossom Hold
Most like an arch…
In honor of the anniversary of our marriage, twenty-seven years ago, and recently observed… A Poem… Most Like an Arch This Marriage, Most like an arch—an entrance which upholds and shores the stone-crush up the air like lace. Mass made … Continue reading Most like an arch…
