ah, hurrah
On the bare branch
holds tight a shriveled
ochre oak leaf.
the low sun coaxes
it to join others below.
ah, hurrah
on the frozen ground
a mound of unwhite
tired icy snow.
the rising sun coaxes
it to be flowing water.
ah, hurrah
the cold ground
resists the pushing
green day lily blade,
the high sun coaxes
the new life.
ah, hurrah
in the quiet morning
the first cool wind
withers tender basil
leaves to say
the circle continues.
ah, hurrah
About Me
- jackdibenedetto
- Falmouth, Cape Cod, United States
- I lived several years in Asia including Japan, Philippines and two years as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Yemen. I've visited several other countries in Asia and Europe as well. These days I write poetry and create in various art media. Among the media I work in are printmaking, glass assemblage, papercraft, photography, paper mache and others. My poems are in several chapbooks as well as in this blog.
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