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CHASING THE SUN
by Cassondra Windwalker Faster and faster my footsteps chase The sunlight, my bare arms flushed With this heat that presses from without And rises from within — I dare not gulp This air, first fruit of the infant season: I draw it in, tasting every secret, Relishing every hidden promise as it rolls Across my hungry tongue — my ears wait, Stubbornly resisting every intrusion That might muffle that one murmur On which I wait: the trees speak, The river sings, even the wind is rasping Diversions along the path, running Through the winter litter beneath my feet, But I will not listen, I will not slow, I will not heed the earth or the sky Or any voice which calls me back From my pursuit: it is you I hear, You I see, you my whole being feels, Just ahead in the sunshower I am racing To meet — fall on me, fill me up, Light my every cell with your fire, Consume me and bring me home again. |
THE WORLD IS YOURS by Sophia Ewing |
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CHANGES
by B.Z. Niditch We have been mute on long winter days watched the snowfall from blue hills bathing on birches in rough sprawling shade vanish by sunshine and early light yet not even silence moves veined clouds as orphaned shadows begin to open up smiles we are like parchment wishing to write italics or splash our initials to reverie on day skies. |
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