Tuesday, July 7, 2015

The Wilderness Within: a poem by Barbara Spring: 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.

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