unfriendly sky
new garden leaves shiver
the crows flap hard against the wind
hans ostrom 2018
new garden leaves shiver
the crows flap hard against the wind
hans ostrom 2018
Showing posts with label April poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label April poem. Show all posts
Monday, April 30, 2018
Friday, April 7, 2017
April: Suspect the River
It's not all poppies and blossoms. Death
knows the way to April, too. Colts die.
Arctic becomes wanton one last time.
A spouse leaves a spouse forever,
children go to war, and war goes to children.
No one will guarantee you won't die
in this naive month that smiles
between melancholy March and ruddy
May. Yes, you may do something insane,
such as long for bitter, brief, honest
December days. Or find birds bothersome,
hysterical. Sunlight isn't always easy.
The bright duty of flowers may wear on you.
I advise caution. Look at hills carefully.
Order more seeds than necessary, cash
on delivery. And suspect the rising river.
hans ostrom 1987/2017
knows the way to April, too. Colts die.
Arctic becomes wanton one last time.
A spouse leaves a spouse forever,
children go to war, and war goes to children.
No one will guarantee you won't die
in this naive month that smiles
between melancholy March and ruddy
May. Yes, you may do something insane,
such as long for bitter, brief, honest
December days. Or find birds bothersome,
hysterical. Sunlight isn't always easy.
The bright duty of flowers may wear on you.
I advise caution. Look at hills carefully.
Order more seeds than necessary, cash
on delivery. And suspect the rising river.
hans ostrom 1987/2017
Monday, April 1, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
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