Spring Salvation
Sprinkling of sun
On the shore
Like a broken door
Kissing of the sand
By my very hand
Laying of the moon
On the latter part of June
Hemingway's swoon
Coming much too soon
Like the end of Spring
When nightingales sing
Opening my eyes
To this Christ-like goodbye
Wounded by Winter
The second season
Removing the splinter
Spring Meditation
Oh, crimson season
You are the reason
For magenta skies
Over tiger eyes
Buttermilk clouds
Above reindeer cries
Sylvia Plath left us
60 years ago this month
Head in oven
Soul in coven
They covered her still body
In a white blanket
My poetic angel
No one wrote stanzas like you
Themes oh, so blue
Making them new
Oh, turquoise season
Open your lesion
And let us celebrate
Your microwave gate
Always a Solution
Born before Summer
In the wreck of flower
Three months of
Reverend and rye
Centipede and high
College breaks
Absurd takes
Rock n' roll fakes
Orange yellow sun
Feeding the one
Until love is done
Warm as a nun
Shooting April's gun
College basketball's best
In a wide open, sacred fest
Trees and bushes
Like butterfly pushes
Record rushes
Swimming pool slide
Amusement park ride
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