For anything can be a sign, from American Poetry Review, July/August 2015.
from Signs / by Jennifer Chang
The light above us,
my son decides, is an erratic bird.
Birds
DPF / Rasmussen
Another rain poem to stand in for a rain dance. We need rain! From his book, Black Aperture (2013).
from Monet as a Verb / by Matt Rasmussen
The raindrop
that splatters
on a blade
of grass is
no more
DPF / Roethke
No Roethke yet? Oh no.
from The Lost Son / by Theodore Roethke
A lively understandable spirit
Once entertained you.
It will come again.
Be still.
Wait.
DPF / Pizarro Harman
from Rainbird / by Michele Pizarro Harman
Remembered, the glass, its contents, and the rain to write it while people, one by one, continue to steal away like birds.
DPF / Hopkins
Back to the birds.
from The Windhover / by Gerard Manley Hopkins
My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!
DPF / Benét
Love the little birds and all the art that follows them.
from John James Audubon / by Stephen Vincent Benét
Let the wind blow hot or cold,
Let it rain or snow,
Everywhere the birds went
Audubon would go.
DPF / Pizarro Harman
For Leonora Carrington’s painting. And, mothers and daughters.
from Baby Giant / by Michele Pizarro Harman
For your birth,
a river-rush basket
lined in fleece,
willow walls,
and knots of pillows
stitched in birds.
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