Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Sun

 
 
              The Sun
Winking as it walks, sun shafts sparkle
fish fins below.
Sun sings to wind a low melody—
billions of leaves tremble--fall.
At sundown all bathed in rose gold
And we exalt in the afterglow.


Saturday, July 25, 2015

Poetry, Music Influences on My Life


Bob Dylan from Minnesota was influenced by a Welsh poet and even took his name.  Leonard Cohen, a Canadian, was influenced by a Spanish Poet Fedrico Lorca and that may account for some of the Spanish darkness in his songs ; also the darkness of his Jewish history.  I found the poem in Lorca’s The Poet in New York that influenced Cohen’s This Waltz. 
 
My brother Richard Reineke,  played Spanish guitar and loved both of these singers who wrote their own songs.  I do also.  Why?  Maybe it’s their darkness or their use of words. I can hear Minnesota inflections in Bob Dylan's lyrics.  My brother and I grew up hearing Minnesota ways of speaking from our parents.  Music and poetry are international and particular.

Between Sweetwater and Sand  My website.

http://www.amazon.com/Barbara-Spring/e/B002PI5IQQ  My Amazon page where you will find my books, videos etc.
 
 

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Sun Down on Lake Michigan


Sun Down
 
The sun is blazing down now like a molten gold dubloon.  The lake is calm and wears gold pounded thin as tissue—like to gold embedded in blue Venetian glass tiles—the same remarkable blue.  What luxury to look out upon the golden lake and to see the rose gold sun and a smudge of Paynes gray along the horizon.  The sun hangs above the pier like a toy balloon slowly losing helium—sinking lower—lower then slips away.
 
                            __Barbara Spring

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Great Lakes Give and Take: a poem from The Wilderness Within

  Great Lakes Give and Take


These lakes hold gifts and treasures—
shining fish of rose gold and silver
all bespangled and glittering emerald shiners.
These freshwater seas slide Atlanticward
and flow forever in sea dreams.

Eagles and swift peregrines ride their airstreams.
Beaches of quartz sand rise and
beaches where agates tumble and slide.

The Niagara escarpment rises above
glittering embayments.
Burbot and whitefish dart depths among
bones of sailors who went down with their ships.

Moody and fickle
they chuckle and lap
turn sullen and black they take back
and give and then take back.
Take back.

excerpted from The Wilderness Within
by Barbara Spring

available at bn.com and Amazon.com

Barbara's page on Amazon

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

The Wilderness Within: a poem by Barbara Spring: Circuits







Circuits

Light from a star that died
shines out
from jade green eyes.
A salmon tail fans streambed stones
and dark silt swirls.

Millennia ago a star spurt fire and
now a constellation of eggs
and white milt spiral down
in black water.

Fishbone lattices litter the stream
that speaks of glaciers
and purls.
Frost flowers bloom on the cut bank
while embryos curl in sweet cold sleep below.

Monday, July 6, 2015

Moon Flowers and Mist by Barbara Spring

Mist

White mist rises from the harbor—
farther upstream it slides
between the reeds
around the islands.

The river sings today
as it runs through our town
on its way to the sweetwater seas
on its way to the Gulf of St. Lawrence
on its way to the wild dark Atlantic.

From the bridge I can see
October’s first frost dissipate
in Sunday morning sun light.

Prickly seed pods of moon flowers burst
upon sandy loam.
Cloudy milt and coral eggs
cling to stream bed stones.

Glory surrounds us like water—
we sense it and see it.
                                                                               We feel its hot and cold
                                                                            its colors its sounds
                                                                                as the river sings its songs of salmon
                                                                              as it runs to the sea and rises sunward.

                                                                              With locators sure as salmon
                                                                     we will return.

                                                                                 excerpted from my book, The Wilderness Within

                                                               water color by Barbara Spring

Friday, July 3, 2015






Dawn Dragons

Dawn dragons fly over
town, dunes, lake
to swallow the swollen moon
that baroque pearl rolled
down to shimmering brink of sky.

In cool pursuit
hordes of Tao Dragons stride
glide quicksilver golden
just roused from the China Sea
to eat the teasing moon.

__Barbara Spring

excerpted from The Wilderness Within