Painting: Watercolor, Jane Kohut-Bartels, “Resting Geese” , 2005
Stuttering winds blow across
Clouds tinted by the failing sun.
Brittle air softens,
Now a faded blue–
Shade of an old man’s watery eyes.
A late flock of Sandhill cranes lift off,
Pale bodies blending in the
Twilight with legs
Flowing dark streamers,
Their celestial cries fall to
A harsh, chiding rain.
The trees in the valley
Are massed in darkness
As waning light leaches
Color from nature,
Creeps from field to hillock
And all below prepares for the
Rising of the Corn Moon.
Even frogs in the pond
Listen between croaks
For the intention of the night.
An email from Jingle Nozelar Yan (JP at Olive Grove ):
“when you post on word press or blogger, you do not have to pay or ask permission in person. which is what we count for.”
Every poet and poet group I frequent would find that surprising. There are Copyright Laws in the US, Jingle. Even in China. But bless your little heart.
Please don’t read my work on her site. If you care about literature, you will go to the original source and bypass Jingle Bells.