Thursday, May 04, 2017

Thursday Poem - Bio

I am a leaf-dance in the woods.
I am the green gaze of the ocean.
I am a cloud-splitter in the sky.
I arrived robed in red
out of nowhere and nothing.
I whisper between pages.
I disappear in the painting.
I rest between musical notes.
I awake among strangers
in a country I never imagined.
I am timbales and bells,
a parade under your window.
I am the riddle I cannot solve,
hands on the clock's face,
seven crows on a branch.
I am the one whose footfall
changes the pattern of stars.

Dolores Stewart
from The Nature of Things
(reprinted here with the poet's kind permission)


christinalfrutiger said...

Beautiful! What kind of tree is that? Alder, Beech?

kerrdelune said...

Christina, the tree is a big-tooth aspen, also called (I think) American aspen or white poplar. The leaves were wild grape, and they turn a lovely color in autumn.

christinalfrutiger said...

Thank-you! I'll have to plant one! :) especially if it has a beautiful fall color. I love trees!