Tu Wi's Considers April Sunlight
[Barbara Crooker]
Some cook in the sky must be ladling it out, pouring liquid gold
from her copper saucepan, basting the meadow in hollondaise.
Where it drips: buttercups, dandelions, butter & eggs.
Where it splashes: forsythia, daffodils, tulips.
After this long hard winter, I reach out my arms,
lift my face to the sky.
Fry me, sunny side up,
on spring's hot griddle; clarify me, anoint me,
in your lavish lemon light.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Heirloom
The market on the eastern slope surveys A place in Minnesota that I love: Looks past the barns, past where the tire swing sways, And the far...
-
It's already mid-June, and here I am in Hudsonville (the library--my oldest, dearest haunt), bereft of full time employment, my life a s...
-
One of the things I have learned about myself is that I am a moderate recluse. I enjoy solitude. I need it. When I don't get enough quie...
-
You won't find this recorded in your birthday book your fourth year, though it was the biggest thing that happened to you. It was the we...
No comments:
Post a Comment