Long White tail Poems

Southern Icarus
by Michael R. Burch

Windborne, lover of heights,
unspooled from the truck’s wildly lurching embrace,
you climb, skittish kite...

What do you know of the world’s despair,
gliding in vast solitariness there,
so that all that remains is to
fall?

Only a...

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I look inside myself for ways to express the beauty I see in front of me and know that my words will never be adequate enough to describe the awe. 
A tall majestic mountain range,...

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Down in Sonoma, down on my luck 
Needing a horse, down to my last buck 
Man said 'That Pallo he's the devil to ride 
You can have him for the shotgun by your side'. 
'Throw...

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I see you up there flying in the sky of majestic winged one,
your wing span is so wide, you dip your wings now and then
just to see what the wind is doing, Your head lifts...

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Oh, Friend Darkness, if I fall
                          I pray my tears
...

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Agape the power thereof,
The blessed form of our faith love,
Forms below, of faith above,
The power of our faith is dove,
Our body form is our love’s glove,
Our precept  brotherly love.
When agape's sloppy,
Gloves become poor copies!

Thank...

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A young girl giggles her way through the summer spongey swelter.
Her parents succumbed to the insistent call to close their eyes after a fried chicken picnic,
And the tow-headed two-year-old heeded the call of the nearby...

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Kansas is the home of the tornado and the deer
I did not fully appreciate this until I moved here
I see them in my yard bashing my bird feeders round
When they break, the deer lick the...

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The thrill of the hunt was captured


he looked at the many deer in the park
his eyes were on whitetails
a doe and her fawns, 
fawns born only a few weeks ago
all with white spots on their...

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I lollygag as much as I can
As I travel from meadow to prairie
Grandma packs me a lunch
Knowing she will not see me for hours
It is 1960. She is not frightened I will be found dead
Kidnappers...

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I guess I’m more accustomed to the modern sting these days;
the one that comes by e-mail or the phone.
They might hurt the pocket with the modern scamming ways -
but Mother Nature’s stings bite to the...

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A brilliant harvest moon hangs beneath the ebon Colorado sky.
Scudding clouds dare not darken its lustrous glow - tho' they often try!
Silhouetted against the moon are geese winging to warmer destinations,
Mysteriously guided by That Master...

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Here’s a little story bout Cajun santa
He lives in the swamp in Louisiana 

You can be naughty or you can be nice
Cajun Santa will never think twice

He’s not like the santa from the cold North...

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The brilliant sun 'wakens me and heralds another glorious dawn!
I rub the sleep from my eyes, stretch my bones and stifle a yawn!
The diamond-filled sky was my roof, the soft grass was my bed.
The dew...

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Oaks, sycamores and hickories greet me in my favorite woods.
I walk through dappled sunlight, taking my jacket off as I walk.
Down the familiar dirt path, I reach my favorite relaxation spot.
A tiny brook that is...

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It all sparks off
With the mention of the park
Her white tail twirling
Relishing the renewal 
Of her communion with nature
Her contact with her ancestral past

Then off to the park in the car
Where ,after taking her ease,
She...

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Ancient cathedral pulled Catriss and her steed toward the forest.
It was an uphill climb, so she dismounted and waked beside her friend.
Winston was thrilled, for she offered him a sugared apple on the way.
Oleander flowers...

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Beautiful Buck
                                 ...

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Black and White Panaroma

                       Chased by thunder storm, cluster of clouds
  ...

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In the ocean she swam that day, pure as snow.
She was gorgeous, and her white tail was aglow.
He was confident, thinking his scuba gear was sound.
Never realizing he was in trouble all the way around.

She...

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I hesitate to get my cool clean drink this morning.
Something is different. The cold air is the same.
The water is still, I do not sense danger. 
There is a lack of sameness however.

I look at...

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I sat on a fallen oak; she was huge;
I cannot imagine the sound she made as she fell.
What had conquered her? Was it lightning?
A bulldozer? No evidence of either.
There was a tiny brook if I...

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A Doe and Her Fawn

On wobbly legs, the fawn staggers behind the doe,
Who pauses to let the newborn catch up.
The fawn appears to be just a few hours old.
As revealed by its arduous locomotion,
And spots...

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I am in a sanctuary where people do unspeakable things. 
Things they would never do with people watching.
Things they would not want mothers to know about.
There are lots of shadows; the floor feels wet and...

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Walking through the dappled forest, my mind reveled in its magnificence
The first thing I noticed was the shadowed silence; it was self-empowering.
More relaxing than a power nap. A large shadow flew over the tree line.
I...

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