Friday, May 05, 2006

Luci Shaw

A section from my favorite poem in the collection The Green Earth; Poems of Creation


Edges of Wales

Stalking the blind lanes, striding to the hill
top before daybreak, often I’ve ached at the sweet chill
of spring light glittering through an intricacy
of leaves, when, in its precision of green, every tree
turns candle. With a series of airy, sharp surprises
crow’s wings fold pearly heaven. Then the full sun rises,
polishing the view – stones quick and wet as steel,
glitter on a cobweb, gravel under my heel.
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What is a prunus?

2 comments:

Lady said...

These were a delight to read.

TadMack said...

I adore Luci Shaw!