Does it make sense — really? — to compare any day? Cause — really! — what’s a normal day in May Doesn’t really matter this Canadian spring we get We all know it’s short — and snow in April is wet — But then we get this smokin hot day out of nowhere And I…
I Stand
I stand beneath the cables that fasten me to this dust moving in eddies spread my tired arms to touch willing my fingers, arches and whori, my white flecked nails to grasp the infinity of a memory of a moment when I wound the handle of tin box to a tune that played like baseball…
When Are We Old?
When changing leaves fall light When flower fails to fruit When bark withers and cracks When trunk no longer bends When branches break and fall When the roots cannot drink When children vanish from shadows When the sap runs cold … When is it old? © Dale Schierbeck 2014 Read more poetry here