Thursday, March 26, 2009
Harvest Series
vine heavy with fruit
golden orange, streaked with green
waiting fall harvest
wind blown golden curls
arms stretched around pumpkin
glowing autumn sun
tiny hands pulling
wagon laden with pumpkins
kissed in autumn hues
carving the pumpkin
unthinkable to small child
brushes tipped in paint
painted pumpkin sits
along with jack-o-lanterns…
rotting on the porch
November morning
pumpkins smashed in the garden
seeds scattering
silently snow falls
blanketing the garden bed
dreams waiting in darkness
(Harvest Series 1/21/01)
Onions
ONIONS
Her voice was robust
a lilting wind chime
She was a continuum
of motion
Seeking out new endeavors
Her passion for life
contagiously intoxicating
a magic potion
She was an enthusiast
adding flavor
to their mundane world
She was the onion
1995
Her voice was robust
a lilting wind chime
She was a continuum
of motion
Seeking out new endeavors
Her passion for life
contagiously intoxicating
a magic potion
She was an enthusiast
adding flavor
to their mundane world
She was the onion
1995
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