by Kim Hazelwood
Here we go again,
Spring, Sing for me, Sing!
A choir of sprouts in Petrichor,
Earth, blooming a tributary of tulips,
Or second coming of Cupid,
With a Crush so grand,
The heart expands the universe,
Paint it ~
As the sun seeps through a canopy of a Tree of Heaven
With golden- lined colorfields,
Melting my magenta heart.
Ah Spring, mind if I sing?
Help me imagine with the most touching of treatments,
All the things you will bring to me.
Textural colors bursting love,
Voluptuous vines inviting violins to serenade villas of violets,
In the rarest romance of bewitching, bejeweled leaves
With the tethered souls of a thousand roses.
Your storyboards knock my socks off everytime,
Boasts of a beautiful bliss,
Precious people and places,
Forests with a paradise of birds,
A euphoric elydoric for which there are no words.
Mother Earth canvas
Help me imagine with
The bravest of brush strokes.
While rain plays bongos on my rooftop!
While you are up dreaming a million mighty things,
Mind if I sing?
Bio: Kim Hazelwood is the editor of this litzine and the author of CoyoteBat! Last year she had the honor of being interviewed by the Winchester Star as one of the featured poets for 100,000 poets for change-a worldwide event. She was also one of the judges at the Poetry Out Loud National Recitation Contest at a local high school in November. She is thrilled that The Greensilk Journal has entered the tenth year of publication and that writers of every experience level continue to contribute.
The Lone Coyote
by James G. Piatt
I hear the Coyote wailing a
Peculiar strident sound in the
Wee hours of the magenta
Colored spring morn, it moans
Poignant tones, forlorn, and
Unforgiving: Strident grumblings
Cross the threshold of unreality
Into my dreaming mind, weird
Unnatural echoes of that which
Are obscure, and upsetting:
It is a strange, impious groaning
That descends into my soul then
Fades into the clammy earth: It
Merges with all that which exists
In the murky solitude of the night,
And thrusts my mind into the earth’s
Soil until it tastes bitter trepidation.
I have never observed that lone
Coyote that yowls such an unearthly
Din, for it always disappears unseen
Into the shadows of its own being, and
Into my ghostly dreams…
Bio: Dr. James G. Piatt has had two poetry books, “The Silent Pond” (2012) and “Ancient Rhythms” (2014), and over 620 poems published. His thirdpoetry book will be released in mid 2015. His poem, “I Am” was nominated for a 2014 Pushcart award, his poem, “The Night Frog” was nominated for best of web 2013, his poem, “In The Meadow,” was selected as 1 of the 100 best poems of 2014, and his poem, “Teach Me” was selected for the 2014 poem of the year award at Long Story Short.
His books are available on Amazon, and Barnes and Noble.