April is National Poetry month so I thought I should dreg up some of my earlier published pieces:
First Rite
In the early mist
a row of black parishoners
perched on the old barn's ridgepole,
feather folded,
awaiting
the sun's communion.
Haiku
Monarch butterfly
lights on rusty junkyard car-
chrysalis of tin.
Blue jay nibbling
on clustered hawthorn berries,
patriotic branch.
Magnolia buds,
swollen with April sunshine,
close to shouting time.
and last - a one-liner -
Alleluia sings my kite!
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