Thursday, June 07, 2007

A Lune

Kids run loose
in the Tilton yard,
dusty kneed
and candy
faced, round belly fed.
I lose count
in trying
to track their ages.
Family van
full of teen
and toddler, Mama waves
like absent
clock-work to
dust raising pick ups
that drive too
fast comes this spring~
no rivers rush, no
mud clogs up
this Lapland
route we know so well.
But sweet winds
start up on
this hill and sure as
each spring comes
red clusters of
trillium up on
Tilton's hill.
(like a haiku ~ except it's 3*5*3)
Spring 2006

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