Snow in April,
white moths in the sky
fly willfully
in the bright sunshine.
Mood of the passerby
with a yellow blossoming tree nearby
swung by
the traceless fairies in delight!
Snow in April,
fine salt over the soil,
disappears quietly,
where gathering starlings stand by.
Hurried heart on spring journey,
comforted by
the cool
before the coming of the night.
Min Katherine Liu
Virginia Tech
WVArts Solitude
Spring 2016
North/South brings Poets and Artists together to further encourage Poetry and the Arts in the Appalachian region and supports Reconnecting McDowell. For electronic/print publication information contact nosoappalachia@gmail.com
Thursday, March 14, 2019
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Communion
I buy Fig Newtons occasionally. They are a communion with that time when Mrs. Heinz would give them to me when Dad and Mom, Reverend and M...
-
Mary’s Town That’s what they named it German Catholics Promised land that was fertile Green Farmland A place as beautiful and welcoming as t...
-
When you come here, low fuel light flashing, your windshield and headlights smudged with splattered gnats, we will do more than ch...
No comments:
Post a Comment