landscapes own design
god's gift in so many ways
brings beauty to pond
crystal ice soldiers
frozen cattail brigade
guarding sugar lake
In the darkest night
Glowing rounds creep across fields;
Creature called Night Eyes.
Mother Moon singing;
Ethereal notes riding
Silent silky breeze.
Colored tapestry;
Brightly painted planets dance
In black lacquered sky.
Flickering bright lights
Air dancing across the grass;
Fireflies in the night.
Weaving fingers play
Among windup dragonflies;
Cattails by a pond.
Run over here come to me in this place
where the creek goes between the woody hills
and flows to the pond, where spiders make lace
where the streams meet and come to end their rills
Where the dirty old white horse takes his drink
his tail batting away the buzzing flies
and the sun comes and turns the water pink
where the wind blows over the pond, and sighs
The cattails rattle on the northern shore
and look over the pasture to a barn
old, rusted hinges and a broken door
and the hay weaving through like golden yarn
This worn-down place is not a grand manor
But it's home, and I wave its' torn banner
8-20-2018
oriole's realm
along the roadside
~ cattails sway
posted on August 7, 2018
I enter the solstice
to hear snow falling
where winter leads the way
Along a childhood memory
snow labored painfully
sweeping the landscape
with heavy shoulders
of white surrender
It seemed a great distance
from Grandmother’s house
to the barn
where the icy sky
bellowed a deep freeze
over shivering fields
of forgotten cattails
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from my sixth book-length manuscript
©dah / dahlusion 2013, 2016 a.r.r.
“Cattails” was first published in
‘Jelllyfish Whispers’ a literary magazine