Finally, this aging poet has written a new poem.
Here it is,
Snow Geese in April (for Jane)
Snow geese
Like flying ribbons
Of confetti
Cross the sky
Then settle as silently
As snow
On muddy fields
Bursting with seed
Mount Baker
Rises above a crazy quilt
Of tulips
Like a porcelain plate
Propped against
A dark mantle of ridges
We have come late
To the garden
Full of girlish chatter
Belying our age
Speaking of journeys
And mountains to climb,
Whether the traveler
Crosses continents
Or ponders
The silent galaxy
Of spiders hatching
Under an eave
Karen Sykes (Waring)
Roozengaarde, April 16, 2010
Snow geese
Like flying ribbons
Of confetti
Cross the sky
Then settle as silently
As snow
On muddy fields
Bursting with seed
Mount Baker
Rises above a crazy quilt
Of tulips
Like a porcelain plate
Propped against
A dark mantle of ridges
We have come late
To the garden
Full of girlish chatter
Belying our age
Speaking of journeys
And mountains to climb,
Whether the traveler
Crosses continents
Or ponders
The silent galaxy
Of spiders hatching
Under an eave
Karen Sykes (Waring)
Roozengaarde, April 16, 2010
