the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Diane Webster - Two Poems


Gatherings of people watch
sand hill cranes land
at Fruitgrowers Reservoir
each evening to rest
and wade into shallow cattails
until morning ascension
circling, circling upward
until all gather together
in a disappearing gray
wave of feathers
still heard in fading trill
of sand hill cranes,
and people whisper
like in church.


Why do earthworms
dry on the sidewalk
after a rainstorm
but never after
the sprinkling system
re-hides itself in the lawn?