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)
Light
Light The light has come, as it always does, when I wasn’t looking. I looked up and there it was. Unassuming in its presence, certain of it...
-
With words against trouble, I build myself. I need nothing but tears and laughter. I know I am all that I am. and to build my happy home the...
-
The death of my father is nearly a month away – 31 years. The haunting of longing has begun. The end of his life was nothing like the full...
No comments:
Post a Comment