Just One Last Poem!

(Don’t worry. I have finished my poetry unit! I’m doing short fiction now!)

Here is my final poem – made from an earlier poem I revised. It’s about daydreaming and taking walks in the bushy park near my house during these strange days. And about how nature and creatures can anchor and restore us … especially if we are trying to create a whole new life for ourselves.

I am all about this theme at the moment.

Don’t you find that walks are the very best thing for troubled times?

x

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Second nature

 

Cool darkness

seeps into

that green-trimmed cloak

 

shot through

with fins and frog legs

like a trick

 

they arc rippling goodbyes

and then

they go

 

Bird brothers

tilt and bow

tuxedoed clique

 

then shake

damp feathers

into whiskery knives

 

that cut into

the mirrored

shadow   sky

 

to linger

too long under

far below

 

peach-pink

tumbles of blooms

marble the light

 

As dew drops

lace the death caps

prettily

 

those pearly presents

hide

an artful trap

 

buds spill

their nectar

sharing sacred truths

 

sweet leaves

reach out

envelop    soothe    enwrap

 

then stitch themselves

into

the life beneath

 

the velvet moths

the patchwork

butterflies

 

The precious ones

draw in the

forest breath

 

their restless

souls

concealed    revealed    surprised.