Welcome to Poetry Friday, take a moment to enjoy the beauty that is shared.
Small Rain, out last spring, circles the year from January to December. As I read, I've marked a few lines here and there that will give a flavor of the season, but certainly I hope if you haven't already, that you will find or purchase the book and read it all.
from After The Holidays - "The thin tinsel of the new moon/hangs in the dark sky, a comma/dividing the sentence between/ last year's troubles and this year's/ hopes."
from Suddenly - "the fields on the hills/have shifted into green, full speed ahead,"
from Zen - "My spine fits this adirondack chair like clay/poured in a mold. I want to be neither here,/nor there. Birds hum me to sleep."
and for us, now, waiting. . . from Small Stanzas In Autumn -
"We tilt at the balancing point, between summer's too much/and winter's not-enough; the sumac flickers red in the hedgerow."
You can find some of Barbara Crooker's poems and other interviews online here.