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| Spring & Summer, by Angelyn Taylor |
The Acorns
They line the window sill, this mast
tradition is a ritual in nature's mass
You follow spring's unfurling roots
Where the acorns bask in the soft morning.
This is the place where lightening
has been made to feel unwelcome-
A god can rest beneath your canopy-
A quickening, you pray palms raised.
This Summer
This ocean is in bloom
It rocks against the humid
tide and pulls the mosquitos,
The june bug's awkward hum,
The cicada burrows as pin-
pricks at the oak tree's base.
Indian paintbrush sways
with the tide, in bloom and
wild geraniums fan their hands
in the wind's floatsum-
We have reached this ocean
to compromise with God.
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