after days of sunshine - a storm morning is open & ominousthe sky shade of grey speaksin tongues of coming tempestmy bones brace for braverybut the rest of me is scared rain falls in long lineswrites its messages intothe thirsty earth –the maples love to read a seed in me wantsto strip nakedrun into the… Continue reading Poem 165 – After days of sunshine – a storm
Poem 164 – Believers
believers the maple tree tops are church after massstarlings like kids squealing, their bodies frantic with movementsparrow mothers planning lunch menus, and lazy hours after dishesfeather & fur believers basking in the bliss of communal connectioneverything sings squirrels scamper & scootbluejays pull the soft wind on their pointy tailsrobins are robust in belly and bellowleaves… Continue reading Poem 164 – Believers
Poem 163 – Dear poem
Dear poem I made a choice to make us wait to roll off the shoulder of the morning stand tall & face with a smilethe heat-heavy centre of noonwave as she passes on the winkof a flirty wind then forward bendinto the belly of the five o’clock hour & gather our wits in the showersteam swirls fattening after thisfull… Continue reading Poem 163 – Dear poem
VANESSA SHIELDS 