a journey of awareness
InvestitureSlowly the shadow of the roofSails across the hayloftTossing its cowboy hatInto the ring.Could be there’s a lassoFor buried walnuts,Fine tuning on a pitchforkBefore Sunday hymnals.Or sense, burnished by cinnamonIncense, garnishes leavesFor deep affectionBeneath the mulch.[Disposable Poem September 2, 2010]Dr. Mike
Investiture
ReplyDeleteSlowly the shadow of the roof
Sails across the hayloft
Tossing its cowboy hat
Into the ring.
Could be there’s a lasso
For buried walnuts,
Fine tuning on a pitchfork
Before Sunday hymnals.
Or sense, burnished by cinnamon
Incense, garnishes leaves
For deep affection
Beneath the mulch.
[Disposable Poem September 2, 2010]
Dr. Mike