On Seeing the Season's First Magnolia Bloom by smzang

Rainbows by smzang

 

steep is the curb
that tiny step from sidewalk
to traffic

from nest
to limb
alone

each day demands
we do it
again

ever a fledgling
hoping
for gentle winds

and a rainbow
in the aftermath
of storm.

The Poet that You Are by smzang

On this journey to the wide expanse
beyond the realm of night
we tarry for a moment in this clime

We pause to write a poem
plant a garden,  and on a warm
spring day we dream

Here a pine tree, there a maple
each nodding in their conversation
with the breeze

Their wisdom far exceeds
our comprehension, their dreams
we can’t conceive

but even in this sluggard mind
of mine, it comes to me this April day
when sun splashes through

the window where I sit,
that in spite of all the stumbles
that we make

we do not doubt the destination.
Short strides and lagging mind
might slow me down

and you, exuberant and wise
It’s hard to say who will be the first
to touch the stars

If I am first I’ll set a table
with your pen and inkpot.
If I’m the one

that’s left behind
I will not mourn your peace,
a moment’s selfish tear

and then a celebration
of the poet that you are
kindred  on this journey that we make.

                   ~~~~~

 

la main de Dieu by smzang

the stone-cold face
of mountains

transformed

thimbleweed
saxifrage
wild aster
blue-eyed Mary

 the list is endless
the palette
a profusion
conceived in heaven

and this
the season of bloom.

Tasting a Poem by smzang

Come to the poem hungry
after a day without sustenance
when you're lonely and empty

Feel the breeze ripple your hair
Come to the poem when it's raining
mingle your tears with the mist

Listen with your heart
Taste the poem tentatively
Savor it until hunger subsides