Star dancing Merril’s prosery prompt for dverse included the line: Against the blue cloth of the sky. I haven’t written a prosery, but I’ve borrowed the line to use in a mirrored refrain poem. Star dancing These slothful summer evenings slide Into the night where they belong, Against the blue cloth of the sky, […]
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Pomegranate seeds For the first, he took away the sight of the sun, filled the sky with dark of no moon, no stars, where no bird sings, so tree waves in the wind. […] Read more …
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Blue are the hills that are far away Blue are the hills that are far away Far is the blue in the evening sky, and loud are the hills with your calling voice, … Read more …
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There is this There is this, the fading orange gold of summer evening light, the scraps of dusk caught in the western hedge, a warbler singing softly in a willow tree. The fading orange gold of summer evening light Read more …
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Humming death They let the boat drift with its cargo of petals and the woman, who some said died of boredom, others, from sinful curiosity. With its cargo of petals, the boat … Read more …
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Once there were rainbows seagulls and storm clouds that strung up the sky once we would live like the wind and we’d never say die now there is darkness […] Read more …
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I look out at the July rain, listen to the thunder roll, the wind in the chimney, mop the water off the floor and try to find the voice of summer. In the livid meadow, … Read more …
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A day spent with a baby is a day to be treasured and remembered with the light falling through leaves the babble of the stream the wealth in simple things food and laughter that fills the cup of happiness to overflowing. […] Reade more
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Mowing late haymaking between stormy showers […] Read more …
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A moment of summer That moment of utter calm, golden as buttercup mornings and pollen-dropping dusk, when summer settles, a hand, a face in the blue, and each tiny insect sound […] Source: A moment of summer Source: Jane Dougherty
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