June Forecasts
III.
Sirius sparkles at 4 a.m.
A bouquet of warblers
trill hello, their dark
against dark until,
with time, wide stripes
of pink and blue appear—
thin clouds amid tree
lines tinged pink.
Sirius, of an older wisdom
than we, shines behind, and
I ground myself in Earth’s
consciousness. Her
ancient wisdom speaks,
Be still, listen, and,
if only for this moment,
I know all I need to know.
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A scrumptious poem. The form and line breaks are especially effective.
Yummy liminal work of art.
The shaping really works well and I love the conclusion.
A beauty. Be still, listen — best advice I’ve gotten all day.
“A bouquet of warblers” – yes!!
Beautiful! I especially love: “thin clouds amid tree/lines tinged pink.”
The shape of this poem is so lovely. And oh my to these gorgeous lines: “A bouquet of warblers / trill hello, their dark / against dark”!
Such sureness, such serenity
Ooh your poems are fancy fancy. There is so much stillness in this poem that I love.
But I especially like this cool assonance that’s coming through with short and long ‘i’ sounds. The words trill, until, pink, thin, amid, wisdom, listen, this make the mouth smile if you read it aloud vs. the time, wide, stripes, behind, myself, and double I…I in the last line widen the words. It’s almost like a conversation between the sky and the soul, a whisper and an amen. I hope that makes sense. It’s a really lovely sound journey in this poem.
I know this time between night and day & you have certainly captured it, as well as the stillness at that time of transition.