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Bind Up My Life

Mama Earth Days
Page 3

Woodcut

The trees are framed
In my window
In the distance,
Long and vertical
As if looking
Through a fan
Of a peacock�s feather
And in the fore
The horizontal branches
Of the walnut tree
Intersect
An exquisite woodcut
For a stormy afternoon

At First Light

At the first light of morning,
As the fog lingers above the water;
As the steam rises to meet it;
And the Heron~
Grey ghosts of brush strokes
Melting in the mist;
A large fish has propelled itself
Into the atmosphere,
Into a triumphant twist,
As it nabs the thing
That drove it upward
And onward
Beyond itself
One brief look
A vista from another view;
And then the rings resound.
Is it blurry?

The water is slapping
A ragged shoreline;
The gulls have congregated
On the sand bar;
Mallards skim the surfaces,
Watchful windup toys�
A bird calls out, insistent,
Acknowledge me! Acknowledge me!
In the syncopated beauty
Of the dogwood trees;
The rains reconsider
And return,
For one more cold drizzle
Of a say
To this backwater
Of gull and heron,
Where the steam rises,
And the fog silently slips away.

Luna Moths

And the luna moths dance by the pale moonlight
Their long swallow tails hang down
They dance to a song as old as the hills
Then gracefully float to the ground

So still, they lie
Their wings unfurled,
A gossamer green,
A Fairytale�s wings,
So still

The luna moths dance by the pale moon light
Brief beauty in a silent night
They dance to a song as old as the hills
Brief beauty in a silent night�.

Just Like A Mustard Stain

Just like a mustard stain
On an oxford shirt
Frayed at the cuffs
That�s where we fit
In the scheme of things
We�ve made a mark
But we�re sure to get lost

Layers of existence
Beyond a memory
It�s been calculated
Assimilated
Investigated
In foreign tongues
And I�ve given you mine
Just like a mustard stain
On an oxford shirt.

Moonlit Sky

My soul, splattered up there,
Against a moonlit sky-
A thousand tears
A thousand fears
And I just want to cry

I hear the trees.
They�re rustling
A lullaby.
And possums are prowling
And there,
A coyote howling,

And I just want to cry
At the sight of my soul
Splattered up there,
Against a moonlit sky.