August morning light, like the ancient bird of myth, resurrects from the black ashes of night, Immortal wings spread steadfast, illuminating, exposing, daring, laced seeds of grass,… Read more “August Morning Light”
Tag: Poetry
A Day of Possibility
Much too early to leave the soft, warm bed.Six pounds of Siamese cat, however, insists.Her velvet brown paw taps my lips,Her purr, like a motorcycle idling,pushes her… Read more “A Day of Possibility”
Winter’s Bite
Frigid and white,
like political lies,
winter’s high notes
fall from the sky.
Naked Earth rests
beneath ivory down,
Like a Wistful Primrose
Like golden butterflies, aspen leaves flicker in themorning breezethat dares the sun to crawlabove the mountain peaksas it announces its intentionwith kaleidoscope clouds turningfrom pink, to neon… Read more “Like a Wistful Primrose”
Daffodils & Ice
Morning news, colder than the air that wraps my abode.
Pathetic in false relevancy to anything real.
Bloviators.
Leaders.
Foolish spawns fat on toxic waste spewed from golden towers
thick in greed and power.
Painted Lady, Frayed & Worn
I am much like you.
I’m a gadabout
dressed in threadbare wings
still fluttering from
flower to flower…
Words that Sear — Walk Away
While a conveyor of human kindness prevails, there are those who fall prey to a provocateur with a whip that cracks through space and burns with words… Read more “Words that Sear — Walk Away”
Chasing wild hares and finding “Jackrabbit Highways”
Cowing’s 2009 Jackrabbit Highways juts along paths of loss, wonder, anger, self-revelation and discovery. Like a quick-moving jackrabbit, Cowing’s precise word movement is as pleasant juicy to read as the first bite into a September-ripened tomato as noted in her poem “Tomato.”
The Muse Pallet 