Thursday, April 08, 2010

Walking the Field

(path to the Walker Sister's home, Smoky Mountains)

Walking the Field

Out of green loam, dead leaves float
away from my feet as if making a clean
path for me to walk. But the wind
grows and confuses the fecund dance
into chaotic arguments and now
I am standing among the freshly rearranged
like piles of cast-off drafts of failed poems
or letters I'm afraid to address. But here
comes the wind again resorting
what I have finally come to know.

Dan Morris 4/7/10


lindsey said...

i want an autograph from his first book! happy thursday.


Jane said...

I love all these Dan poems you've been sharing!
p.s. I just added your button to my sidebar.

Kitty said...

I just want you to know that I look up to YOU so very much. I think you are an amazing MOM and FRIEND and SISTER and DAUGHTER. I feel so blessed to know you (through Dan and your dear blog) and I look forward to spending more time with you.

love and hugs,

Kitty said...

Dear Lindsey,

Thank you for being my friend. It makes me so happy to know that you are in our cheering section. We're cheering you on always.

love you,