Sunday, February 1, 2009

for Brigid's day

What did I learn about poetry?
Elderly, broken mule
bends upward along
icy mountain trail
twin hearts in utero
follow the rune

Grandmother's shawl
woven virgin wool
faded villages
ripe odors enlivening the countryside
ceremonies and celebrations
observed by
enjoying soft, strong yarn
woven in her early days

1 comment:

mlle. said...

i posted quite a few in answer to moondrummer's call. thanks so much for fwd'ing that to me. and two at least of my livejournal friends commented beneath me to say they had done the yay! i posted at least three yesterday. one for kevin's return.

a donald hall & original @

and a jane kenyon

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