Poems in Summer 2012 Avocet, a Journal of Nature Poems

Ivy Wild

 

Grandmother's screened-in-porch was ivy-bound.

The way she pinned green leaves to the screen

you would have thought them  tresses of the sun.

She had such heart spun ways of doing things--

with silver ropes of hair let down for love

she used hairpins to pin the glory up.

                                                               --BS

 

                           Nothing Gold Can Stay

 

                           Every day now

                           the journey-bound hickory--

                            in flower before leafing out--

                            opens another, another,

                            and still another

                            gold-tasseled package.

                             Playing pendulum

                             with catkins as tufted

                             as a young man's chin,

                             the gifted tree

                             going green in its gold

                             leaves me to write

                                            thank-you notes.

                                                   --BS

 

Nesting Laughing Gull

 

In clump

of shoreline grass

a speckled green egg

swings gently

to the lub-a-dub sounds

of laughter on the wing.

                              --BS

Ivy Wild

Ivy Wild

Grandmother's screened-in-porch  was ivy-bound.

The way she pinned green leaves to the screen

you would have thought them tresses of the sun.

She had such heart spun ways of doing things­-

with silver ropes of hair let down for love

she used hairpins to pin the glory up.

                                                   NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

                                                    Every day now

                                                    the journey-bound  hickory-­ 

                                                    in flower before leafing out­- 

                                                    opens another, another,

                                                    and still another

                                                    gold-tasseled  package.

                                                    Playing pendulum 

                                                    with catkins as tufted

                                                    as a young man 's chin, 

                                                    the gifted tree

                                                    going green in its gold 

                                                    leaves me to write

                                                           thank-you  notes.

Nesting Laughing Gull

In clump

of shoreline grass

a speckled green egg 

swings gently

to the lub-a-dub sounds 

of laughter on the wing.

           *Poems in Avocet by Betty Spence