For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #298
born, radiates rings, snapped, rain, cave,
limb, spirits, thin, origins, stories, ash
For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #110
tiny, old, flare, gaze, month, clover,
thick, milkweed, drifts, melt, parch, perishes
For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #352
Tiny milkweed seeds flare
thin limbs snapped up by wind
to drift in ever widening rings,
like spirits born in ancient cave
parched, seeking to hear again
oldest stories of their origins.
After the rain, he walks through
field thick with clover radiating
freshness, his gaze inward, thinking
how swiftly it all melts away, perishes
like milkweed he saw just months ago.
Like his ancestors, now no more
than ash, black soot on walls of
Elizabeth Crawford 5/7/2017
Notes: I was very unsure when I first saw the two lists. Slept on it. The first stanza came easily and reminded me of a place I used to go called Natural Bridge State Park, located in Southwestern Wisconsin. The image is one of many that can be found on the Park’s site. There’s a hike through an open meadow, then a curving wooded path up to the sandstone bridge. Just under the natural structure is a cave marked with black soot, believed to be left by Paleolithic Indians, thousands of years ago. For me, it was always sacred ground, most often overflown by bald eagles that I thought of as Guardians of the Gate.