Sunday, January 23, 2011

New Poetry by Michael Lee Johnson









Leaves in December

Leaves, a few stragglers in
December, just before Christmas,
some nailed down crabby
to ground frost,
some crackled by the bite
of nasty wind tones.

Some saved from the matchstick
that failed to light.
Some saved from the rake
by a forgetful gardener.

For these few freedom dancers
left to struggle with the bitterness:
wind dancers
wind dancers
move your frigid
bodies shaking like icicles 
hovering but a jiffy in sky,
kind of sympathetic to the seasons,
reluctant to permanently go,
rustic, not much time more to play.


- Michael Lee Johnson 2007  (Bluepepper 2010)


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1 comment:

Phillip A. Ellis said...

Glad to see more of Michael's work online!