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drum leaf yellow blk - December 3, 2014s

author’s note:

An appropriate poem, I think, as we approach the Winter Solstice.
 

YOUNG GOD OF SPRING

The little drummer feels bored
by the soft dead Winter…

How can I inspire him to drum?

I present a fallen leaf
in the cup of my hands
and try to describe
its delicate resilient history—

the burnt orange
actually an amalgam
of subtle shades gained
through intense weathering…

a lesson for him, I hope

but ignored as he seizes
and crushes the brittle leaf
to bits in his small fist—

flinging the fine powder
to the rising wind.

Pumped now with the power of life
that brat struts off—banging again…
 


© 2014, Michael R. Patton
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winter sun - April 6, 2014s

author’s note:

An appropriate poem, I believe, as we cross the bridge into Spring.
 
 

WINTER SUN

I’m thankful for that Winter season
—a time to live my grief—

I’m thankful for
the frozen brightness
that stung me alive…
thankful

for the burrow in the snow
with its deep warm shadow.

Before,
I thought this weight
held me down…

but now I realize
the feeling actually lifted me—
in the way that water
can resurrect
            a broken body.

A force created
from the sunlight
and the darkness
tore a jagged hole
in the lake ice

a frosty steam rose from the wound—

the exposed blue waters simmered,
heated by a colossus—a foreign heart,
lurking somewhere underneath.

When I listen closely now…

I can still feel that strong beat
sounding throughout my body.

A blessing from the season
of the clear Winter sun…
 

© 2014, Michael R. Patton
COMMON COURAGE

author’s note:

A fitting poem, I thought, for the beginning of Spring.

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WINTER’S CAVE

Sometimes, I retreat
to a Winter’s cave
and allow all my growling
to spread thin
over a lake of frozen stars.

But even when hibernating
the bear rises and falls
with each breath—
the waters slosh
underneath the ice
until the stars
break apart

and then I return

from a repose too sweet to hold.

Nonetheless
for a short while at least
I’ve regained
my gentle strength…

but knowing at any moment
I might accidentally stir the bear
and then be forced to contend
with its claws and teeth again.

Yet amid such contention
the two of us can occasionally
locate the balance of peace

then I’m able to enjoy
the slow indomitable roll
of awakened bear power.
 

© 2014, Michael R. Patton
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author’s note:

A good poem, I think, to welcome our Spring.
 

THE COLD WISDOM OF WINTER

I miss winter—
how breaking through the hard ice
strengthened the beat of my heart;
how braving the sharpening wind
gave me a sense of accomplishment.

How the waves of drifts made me lift
my feet high.  How I kept myself warm
with the heat of desire.

To help myself fight through to Spring
I thought of the sunlight glowing soft
    on the top of every sprout—

I thought of how
the earth welcomes the plow,
of how the soil gladdens to open
to breathe again—
wishing to show how rich brown it has grown
during the dark days—
to reveal its goodness and its godness,
to give an intimation
of what lies deeper down.

But now, my memories have changed
as the season has changed…now—

I miss winter, the cold wisdom of winter.

© 2010, Michael R. Patton
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