How about a few of my own published works (don\’t get excited…they were very small publishings!) for the final week of National Poetry Month?
Here are a couple that may be appropriate for spring. What do they have to do with knitting? Nothing at all.
Yellowstone
I searched for myself
Foundations of sand
Foundations of stone
My own revelation
My genesis, my requiem
The fresh sunrise against
A bright turquoise sky
Morning\’s cool, chilled air
Distilled purity
Sultry afternoon heat and
The breeze that lessened it
Fly-beating horses\’ tails
Dusty, trodden paths, well known
Glistening bubbling pools of
Intense steaming water
Alongside joyful cathartic geysers and
Still, silent icy lakes, staring, concealing
Prairie dogs romp without care
Through grassy dandelion fields
They know their lot
Where is my substance?
Pink and orange evening skies
On fire with their reality
Sparkling nighttime eyes
Still, cold, staring–
Embedded \’round a full, wise moon
I still watch
Unmoved, I wait
For a glimpse
Of myself
