Waiting for Bill at Lava Lake

“Waiting for Bill at Lava Lake”

delicate trills of bird song
cascading notes too quick for human ears to decipher
the underchirp of ravens
and the curious twitter of stellars
poplar leaves, newly budded, yet fully present
tremble on stems fragile enough yet strong
mist is a veil on the mountains though sun shines
and warms my hair
grace and grass waft in equal amounts
over the lava

in body, tired
neck cricked to the left
stiff from a Sunday’s labour of love
internal landscape quiet
with a hint of sun

capturing the moment, stretching it out
like muscles after a long day
it’s a painful kind of sweet
~ being ~

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3 thoughts on “Waiting for Bill at Lava Lake

  1. Joan Conway says:

    lovely tension Ms.Tuesday

  2. Noticing that my last post was also in May, I think I can make a correct assumption that I hibernate in winter. 🙂 It feels good to sprout some new growth.

  3. Upon reflection, I have to ask, if you are writing a poem about being in the moment are you actually in the moment?

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