Category Archives: The Wind

When A Southwest Wind Stirs Magnolia Petals

Posted on Saturday, May 26th, 2018 11:39 am by

So. We never did walk together in A cool May’s sweet and inky scent Whispering from white blossoms And now under Iowa soil you have Neither voice nor thought. You have no Knowledge of how spring pulls all This colour … Continue reading →

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Consider That I Am Mistaken

Posted on Sunday, February 4th, 2018 11:39 am by

I’m sure there is someone I almost remember Who may have once told me they’d never forget The blue of my eyes in mid-winter sunlight When the geese were long gone and the gulls alone Might be heard over the … Continue reading →

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A Light Wind Whispering

Posted on Monday, August 21st, 2017 11:39 am by

The August marshes matted by blue herons Passing from slow channel to slow channel In daily pursuit of the tides’ swell and decline Are scrawled between fields and the sea Cattails are thin pencil strokes slanting now In a light … Continue reading →

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Looking Towards the Gulf at Evening

Posted on Sunday, July 30th, 2017 6:58 pm by

The wind is from the northeast this early Evening and not as sharp as it often is, Having worn out for now its cold Chisels of water and sand sculpting All day, as it has every day For millennia, the … Continue reading →

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The Stars Turn in Silence

Posted on Thursday, July 20th, 2017 11:39 am by

Most nights when you are not here I open my window and listen To how the wind moves in the trees Like your breath quick in my ears. No wind tonight since sunset. The stars, Restless as always, turn in … Continue reading →

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Ocean Sounds in the Distance

Posted on Tuesday, June 27th, 2017 4:13 pm by

You’ll find, if you sit under lilacs And watch the people pass by, The wind will bring you their murmurs As sibilant and seemingly sensical As the ocean sounds in the distance Responding to gravity’s mumbled Recitations of the numbers … Continue reading →

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Looking West Across the Marsh, Late Afternoon

Posted on Thursday, June 22nd, 2017 10:12 am by

The herons are preliminary Scrawls, penciled faint against the sky, Most with their bodies tilted at forty-five Degrees to the imaginary Horizon at the vanishing point, Gliding in on barely discernible arcs; Two are turning and curling their wings In … Continue reading →

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