Carole H. Johnston

how the spring
meanders through
a poet’s mind
redbud cherry plumb
apple blossoms

walking the shore
scattering sea birds
over the surf
my mind rises high
letting go the dark

to the bronze
moon gong
prayer bowl sings
of winter sky

driving west
NPR buzzing: too much
irony in the world
just want to praise
the setting sun

while working
on the campaign
I forgot
to notice when frost
got the morning glories

his favorite color
my father
a man who never
even wrote a poem

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