Fall  2013  Poetry  2

 

 

   

Birch Dancing

    by Carolyn Wolfe
 

It was Fall before I saw my tree dance

I had seen her in high Summer

leaves of green and shivering with abundance

I had seen her in Winter, branches bare

limbs heavy with snow

pierced with icicles

bending low under the weight of abandoned pleasures

a sight at night, baring her arms to the sky...

I have seen her in Spring,

new life, new leaves, breaking bad with terse abandon

but it was only in the Fall, under the hazy moonlight

that I saw her dance,

leaves golden,

branches raised 

a hail to the sky



her rich and creamy color

blending with golden moonlight

I saw her hair of leaves, dancing, her arms moving

her body swaying

no wind

just wound up and carrying on

an old tradition

giving into the late night moves

of this most sacred time

the year passing...

 

The Loneliness of Trees

        by Carolyn Wolfe
 

A tree is a creature of forest

it stands beside friend and foe

a community of leafed beings

old, young, saplings

each communing with each

a camaraderie of unheard voices

And when we transplant a tree

making space for it

alone in the yard

does it grieve?

does it remember ancient forests?

shared memories of tree knowledge?

does it reach out to share it's tree energy

with the beings encased in houses

compiled from dirt, granite and even old friends?

does it shiver in agony?

does it long to be heard?

And come Winter, does it weep when a fir tree

newly christened for Christmas

is carried down the sidewalk

to be brought into a house for celebration

and only in dying, 

bring reverence to the dwelling?

What have we done?

Are we both head blind and deaf

to all beings but those born in human form?

Condemn the forests, the wild life, the brothers of feather and fur

and condemn ourselves

the trees cry out for friendship

Never knowing, that we have none to give.

and in this saddened state of being

are we lonelier than trees?

 

She

  by Carolyn Wolfe

She faces the worst
with grace and strength
a role model to her children
dealing with practicalities
small every day errands
listening to others troubles
smiling
that smile of hers
that has always radiated
warmth
I realize now
that everything, everything, everything, is small
compared to her loving heart...

 

BioCarolyn Wolfe is a free lance writer, poet, and author of six books including her collections of poetry, short stories and bedtime stories for children.  In May 2012  her sixth book, the illustrated children's book "The Unhappy Little Dragon, Lessons Learned" will be on a Virtual Book Tour,  and featured on many  children's author blogs, complete with  interviews and reviews of her book which reveals the story  of Happy, and unhappy little dragon, who, while trying to understand how to master his uncontrollable gift of fire, has an exciting adventure in the woods and  discovers he is a very special dragon after all. Carolyn also hosts a poetry group, "The Downtown Poets of Winchester" a monthly meetup group that also does performances of their poetry throughout the area. Ms. Wolfe lives in the Shenandoah Valley with her Photographer, husband Scott, and her houseful of animal companions. For more information, please visit her website at: www.whenthemoonspeaks.com.

 

 

 

 

Gold 

     by  Kim Hazelwood

The color of God is Gold.

Sun Glow,

Bright, bold

Watch us grow.

Listen to the threads of wheat,

Drumming a flaxen heartbeat.

 

We don't know why,

We feast on

The noon of a platinum sky.

The warmth,

The white, hot, yellow hue

Sunbathing What filters through:

Radiance,

The Sun-Chief,

You.

 

The color of God is Gold.

The L was added For Love.

 

Bio:  Kim Hazelwood is the editor of this litzine and the author of CoyoteBat!  She is working on a collection of poetry, at least.