WARM SUN DAY
Where all these towns breathe
In and out and in and out -
Rattlesnakes sun, too...
We are so alive
We miss the Daffodil's death
Into its Bulb Heart
Preoccupied now
With Life and Death and Illness
I Console, Console
Compassion: hot red
Scarves of heat waves flow past me
Into Deep Blue Pools
Ghost Towns of Greed Past
Miwok Wilderness of Dust
No Miwok would build
Managing This Land
Was not the same as Neglect
They knew each Tree, Seed....
Spring is slow comin'
Here in Up Country, Cold Hums
Songs of Prevalence....
Apple Trees in bloom -
Too early, Woodpecker cracks:
They will all Fall Down
Stones Grow out of Dirt
This you can see here, and huge:
Granites, Others: Old
Oak Woodlands now bare
Of either Leaf or Acorn
Wait Simply for Spring
Cold in shade - Warm Sun
Reddened unaccustomed skins -
Put us to deep sleep
Here we will wait, lone -
Snowflakes will fall again, yes -
Blizzards hail This Spring....
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