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Thursday, May 7, 2020

Bottomless Possibility




Wisp of feathered cloud-frond, a quill
For blue sky full of ink
I wonder what words wait to spill
What heaven-poets think

Will it paint scenes of paradise
Blue-bonnet dappled field
Or gorgeous out-pouring of skies
As night’s black borders yield

Or will it run our fingers through
A labyrinth of stars
To wonder at the avenue
Of Jupiter and Mars

Perhaps a sweet and tender hymn
Of joyful gratitude
As May-minstrels soft strum the limb
With springs green-song renewed

Or will it tease the sense of smell
With blossom-heady lane
Or pungent lure of fresh-turned fell
And earth, after the rain
 

© Janet Martin

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