eagle cry
jolts me out of
spring fog
****
from the undergrowth
the year begins
croaking
****
snowmelt
losing its grip
on the mountain
****
fading light
the last bee
hurries home
Erin Cataldi
Roger Watson
Roger Watsonjolts me out of
spring fog
****
from the undergrowth
the year begins
croaking
****
old bog
the black beaks
of Tundra swans
****
snowmelt
losing its grip
on the mountain
****
daylilies
the last time I
dreamt in color
****fading light
the last bee
hurries home
Roger Watson
Erin Castaldi
Published (2020) Presence Issue 67, July pages 90-91
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