Monday, April 5, 2010

Clean Slate Blues

Color and fire of new plants
Stoic edifice of bark faced trees
Sudden gifts from a silent wood.

Sun, heavy with purpose
Rough scratching the soft skin of winter
Red...
Stand in the heavy honey
Gentle winds forgetting.

A prayer from the the mouth of a passerby
Soul stirred with crisp remnants of autumn
The devilish dust, dust devils
Disappearing where dust declines

6 comments:

Francis Scudellari said...

The beauty of a new beginning. Love the ending lines.

Zave said...

Beautiful composition!
:)

Jenny Enochsson said...

Hey Andy,

Wonderful to see you again. You conjured up lots of interesting smells with this one. I deeply enjoy this poem's structure and beauty. I feel like talking a walk in a forest after reading.

Thank you!

Ande said...

Hi Andy. Nice to see you again. Your poem offers such a superb walk in a revived world. Spring is coming even in this northern part.

As usual it is 100% recyclable, so all it's small bits seem to be in place to hit me like a flood. Every time.

Megan Duffy said...

I like this a lot. This line in particular:

"Stand in the heavy honey
Gentle winds forgetting."

PO Johnson said...

I usually don’t like spring but will give it a go this year. This was wonderful.
Thank you.