I TROUNCED THE YELLOW WEEDS
I trounced the yellow weeds
where steeds and cows lay down
beside the waters,
waters like a dream…..
and sang. I sang a song
to the wild ducks
amongst the reeds
and a lover’s dreams.
So the ducks swam at peace,
feathers like copper and green
afire on their heads.
At peace they swam in my song;
till the song swelled
and broke like the tides
and broke like a sudden wave
to tickle their feet.
Then they upped to the sky
and were gone….
And I sat on the ground startled,
at the sound in my heart
of creaking wings.
AT LAKE SHORE IN THE MORNING LIGHT
I saw in the gold light of morning’s day
a woman with hair like the yellow reeds,
spread like the morning mists
upon lake waters.
Her eyes pooled the aqua marine
and she sang to the skies.
I felt, as the full light of the day,
brilliant birds in her singing
and yellow and red birds arose like clouds in her song.
And the waters were in her cheeks like blue ice
and the blue sound of the waters
in her song came through
till she sank in the lake like a stone
and left me to dream here
with the winds through the weeds alone like a sigh
and those birds, like her songs, in the sky.
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