Saturday, April 06, 2013
Poems March 2013
(This group is comprised of lunes lx through xl.)
3/1: "Lune lx"
My fingers pluck brisk
staccato
shivers from your skin.
* * *
3/2: "Lune lxi"
Your golden circlet
gleams warmly
from your brown ankle.
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3/3: "Lune lxii"
Your temples are brushed
lightly gray;
there, I kiss our years.
* * *
3/4: "Lune lxiii"
Disheartened by frost,
too-early
cherry blossoms rust.
* * *
3/5: "Lune lxiv"
The curve of your arm
on my waist
eases the world's weight.
* * *
3/6: Lune lxv"
Light reverberates
within ice
March hangs from the eaves.
* * *
3/7: "Lune lxi"
Brushed, you, mimosa-
sensitive,
curl about my touch.
* * *
3/8: "Lune lxvii"
The brown of your eyes
draws me down
to your center's heat.
* * *
3/9: "Lune lxviii"
February leaves
one last gift:
a frozen sparrow.
* * *
3/10: "Lune lxix"
The scent of lentils
with cumin
and mint fills our home.
* * *
3/11: "Lune lxx"
Ripe peach juice trickles
from your chin;
I lick your breasts clean.
* * *
3/12: "Lune lxxi"
This tussle of bee
and blossom,
this season of seed.
* * *
3/13: "Lune lxxii"
Filled with flowering
quince, your arms
bring light to this room.
* * *
3/14: "Lune lxxiii"
The shadows of crows
cannot dim
the hue of the rose.
* * *
3/15: "Lune lxxiv"
Gold frost on the car:
premature
pollenization.
* * *
3/16: "Lune lxxv"
Pita, with zaatar,
black coffee,
blood oranges: Brunch.
* * *
3/17: Lune lxxvi"
The slow gray of rain
lengthens our
morning's lassitude.
* * *
3/18: "Lune lxxvii"
Fourteen thousand feet --
out the door --
soaring in free fall --
* * *
3/19: "Lune lxxviii"
I hollow my heart
to make room
for your ripe spices.
* * *
3/20: "Lune lxxix"
How eloquently
shrill the crow's
contention with time.
* * *
3/21: "Lune lxxx"
March-returned swallows
refurbish
homes beneath the bridge.
* * *
3/22: "Lune lxxxi"
Wisteria's first
racemes fling
bee-nets of fragrance.
* * *
3/23: "Lune lxxxii"
The slow sway of your
heavy braid
measures out my days.
* * *
3/24: "Lune lxxxiii"
Just-baked gingerbread
warms the house
and moistens the tongue.
* * *
3/25: "Lune lxxxiv"
The weight of your breast
in my palm
eases the world's ache.
(NOTE: Thanks to Lisa
Toops Smith for this idea.)
* * *
3/26: "Lune lxxxv"
Frost sparks as the pines
toss shifting
light through their needles.
* * *
3/27: "Lune lxxxvi"
Catfish gather in
the shallows
to worship the sun.
3/28: "Lune lxxxvii"
The carpenter bee's
hollow hum
drifts from the eave's edge.
* * *
3/29: "Lune lxxxviii: Wangari Maathai, 1940 - 2011"
Forty million trees
shout their green
over Africa.
* * *
3/30: "Lune lxxxix"
Figs and fontina,
crusty bread
and chianti: Noon.
* * *
3/31: "Lune xc"
Fingers intertwined,
we hold each
other, and the world.
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# posted by Hedgie @ 4:23 PM 
