Portal by Smith
cherry buds open
soft pink hue green leaves brown bark
robins peck out worms
~ Meribeth Hutto
Cull Hollow
Noon of rain soaks the clover
I continue the stream
in the trees between the corn.
The seraph hawk of my death rises
on a floating throne with the water
as its seeing eye enters my eyes.
I kissed you in the sinking sky,
blue dress with a green belt,
my hands at your small back.
Departure of the seasons
like a stone point and arrow flies
bringing the beast to our arms.
I watched the water still the fire
of this offering day
and remained to wait alone.
~ John Swain