Sunday, February 17, 2008

Threading Light

As a bone crescent drops into dusk
bandy leg peepers climb with the sap
and jet streams thread light with thunder.

Be aroused, bellow the beasties,
in serenades whooshing like waves
as a bone crescent drops into dusk.

Owls and bugs swell the ruckus, weaving
their cacophony into night’s cloth
and jet streams thread light with thunder.

In bedlam so blatant, this spring tonic
wheedles even the woodcock to cheep
as a bone crescent drops into dusk.

Sound soaks the air, and we must inhale
with ears, belly, skin - must exhale
in jet streams threading light with thunder.

Now a green tide carries us to May,
breaks over June awash in new fruit,
out of crescents dropping into dusk
and dreams threading light with thunder.

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