Night Song
I turn down my street in the early eve:
A winding mine sunk through trees.
With a swirl of wind and the hush of leaves.
The glint of gold from the deepening green.
| -- | Greg Rickard |
Daffodils
Ssh, the secrets of the world
Fall before your feet
Untold at your touch
Before you
After you
In the interim
You are unwhole
You belong in a box
With candy stuck
In your ears
For the daffodils
Dance with your permission
To unfold
But you stay stuck
Dancing in the beginning
And the end
The same beat
Abounds unbounded
Bounded by chains
Of unmalicious forgiveness
And you are sitting
Stuck while daffodils
Dance all around you
Waiting to unfold before you
Invisible to your eyes
| -- | Jill Bingamon |
