1.
North woods, Ticonderoga:
spring dust on a pine canvas -
the powdered brick of maples,
the birches' luna wings.
2.
Five zones in a day:
Quebec shadbush,
New York crabapple,
New Jersey lilacs,
Delaware dogwood,
Virginia azalea!
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:-) I like these a lot, particularly the first!
the powdered brick of maples
Posted by: dale | May 07, 2009 at 11:52 PM
I'm with Dale.
I love the spring dust. It's a great euphemism for pollen, or to describe the hoar on new leaves, but better yet as you invent it, dashed across the miles. A child of our age, I think of a novelty, chemical gravels that, when placed in fish bowl, grew into brightly colored corals.
The richly varied colors of new leaves, some carrying the color of fall, are so potent, so fleeting. Like human embryos, which for a moment it seem to promise a chicken, or fish, trees soon modernize their colorful beginnings to a uniform green.
Posted by: Bill | May 08, 2009 at 01:32 PM
Didn't mean to say that humans turn green.
Posted by: Bill | May 08, 2009 at 01:37 PM
Small, but perfectly formed, Beth. I was there.
Posted by: Dick | May 08, 2009 at 06:09 PM
I am loving this series of micropoems!! :)
Posted by: lisa | May 09, 2009 at 09:34 PM