the sound of hornets' ghosts

The glowing wind arrives full of sky,

humming with the sound of hornets' ghosts.

Every day I hear the beloved music of the

Earth. The silence is a scarlet oar

taking me through the weather.

Already the bright field of you

blooms in a music of fog and hawk:

the quiet birthday of thistles,

the gentle parent of geese and peonies.

 

©Laura Sorrells 2012

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