The sound of the sun
sweeps the burning bowls of snow
ignites all that is certain
delicate flakes fall, then
white wombs of night swell
like a mystical ocean
in the middle of the plains
the Rockies rise above
kate bell
Wild Roses
Overgrown by earth
I trust
the wild roses will re-emerge
overwhelm me with their fragrance
and petal pink color
birds nest, bodies pressed,
Wild Roses
Overgrown by earth I trust the wild roses will re-emerge overwhelm me with their fragrance and petal pink color birds nest, bodies pressed, tongues mingle, hands holding water rest, then, in June not July, in evening not morning, in lavender sheets not white or green, in cloudshadow not starlight, in my bed not yours, in …
