“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Thirteen

AFTER A BAD STORM

All night roots stirred,

the best and strongest branches broke,

and the scarred sky

– even as I awoke –

seemed sorrow-scarred. But now,

an hour later, speckle-breasted

birds are fairly blistering

the air with song, and where the taut gusts crested

and curled, all’s warmth and summer-seeming pearled.

But I who – time and again –

have driven you, am

ragged with pain

and upset flowers. Though

the spring is blustering through,

your petalled lips are thin

and your eyes stacked embers’ blue.

(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)

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