small songs I sing
to join
my voice to other voices
hidden in the grass

Monday, September 30, 2013

[among clouds . . .]

among clouds
of tiger swallowtails
rising like music
a lone dark female. . .
the touch of her wings

GUSTS 18, Fall/Winter 2013

1 comment:

  1. Ethereal, mysterious, vivid - and with dreaming room. I can see a painting of your poem in my mind.