First Snow
1-
Cold full moon winter night.
White light on fallen snow.
Wind funnels fresh fall into drifts.
2-
Before the plows, cross country
skiers to the city streets.
The sound of them like
newly awakened insects
escaping from a dream.
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Watching
as pond shimmer
loses lustre
light
a slow white
sheathing of ice
skims the surface
Textured silence
the colour of dreams
blue heron wings
extend dusk shadows
elastic leaves
float on
bay water,
almost glass
muted loon cries
at dawn
over long lake
still water
fog
bound —
nothing moving
Full
moonlit waves
sketching
pillows out of sand,
wind-blown
seas hasten
opalescent
dawn,
tide
pools frozen into shapes;
a sky
for shore birds.
Alan Catlin has published dozens of
chapbooks and full-length books. He has two scheduled for later in the year,
How Will the Heart Endure (about life and work of Diane Arbus( from Kelsay
Books and :listening to the Moonlight Sonata from Impspired (UK).
Excellent!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Laura Stamps(fb comments) about Alan Caitlin's poems in Lothlorien Poetry Journal feeling haiku like, stark, minimalist .
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