An owl sketches itself into spring’s self portrait

Many thanks to Barry R Carter for his splendid representation of spring. Barry is a passionate poet who very kindly decided to contribute to our project. We are sure you will enjoy reading his work.

Spring

looking into a mirror inside a watchtower

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winter plays solitaire, outside trees are weighed in the dark.

Leaves are like keys, clouds thieves rinsing winter’s residue.

On a branch a bird raises a single wing to make contact -scattered applause of butterfly wings for the first act of spring.  

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Children’s eyes are like bees as they play on a park,

at night as they dream the moon raises noises from the day out of pond waters,

honey drips from the fingers of spring into the

mouths of winter’s daughters-guide the sound

to it’s source children’s eyes open with the

flowers purse for the bee.  

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An owl sketches itself into spring’s self portrait

before it’s claws rip through the canvas to catch

it’s first kill-making visible briefly time’s unresting

anvil. Blades of grass are anchored delicately,

as the soil labors imperceptibly, waters weave

as co-authors, newly born frogs breathe, as

waters exhale.

Barry R Carter, Hull

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