Thursday, November 8, 2012

Leaves Like fish By Gladys Cardiff

Cottonwood, willow, and briar,
Night air billows in the dark grove,
Hauls the alders over, their leaves.
Jumping, spilling silver-bellied on the lawn;
The lighted wind is running with a flood
of green fish, phosphorescent and wild.
On the winter grass, breaking like struck matches,
Without warmth or place, random as green minnows.
Above the clouds the sky waits, one celled.
Expanded over tides and winds, loving
The south wind as much as the north,
Schooling the planets in discretion and form.


Virginia Davis Hargis said...

liked this poem, sharing it with you.

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Indiana Rosemary Watson said...

the words touch my heart.

beautiful poetry pick.

George Lincoln said...

beautiful imagery.

Nataeven FairyAn Fallin said...

love the imagery.

Taylor Kong Boomer said...

close to nature, what a treat reading it.

Nancy Perazil Federle said...

dynamic imagery formed under your profound word flow.

excellent poetry.

Monica Owenyap Evans said...

love it.

Dewlily Jacaranda Henneberry said...

the title gives us a stunning feel of it.