April was Poetry MonthHere it is May. I am dazzled by the spring that wasn't and the poetry that hasn't made it onto my blog page. So here is my tribute to poetry, and the quick trickster that fools with spring and fall and human plans. Coyote Portrait
Cyote yips, chirps and chatters
across the valley Up ravine where latent fall rides coat-tails of a summer wet with promise Her fur is thick and ready Paws whisper of future bounty As she trots the gravel road toward her den The beetles, ageless In their instant lives Renew in clattering ancestry We are incandescent twinges In a star’s bright life Insects live eternities and regenerate One bee becomes another Honeycomb and universe revolve the continuity of a steely onoburis spiral of cochlea trilobite shells turn again Coyote’s lope stirs sand and beetle with his fickle paws
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