Colibris (Hummingbirds)
This season is a splintering hinge...
Colibris (Hummingbirds)
this season is a splintering
hinge
where winter’s
white-knuckled ghost
refuses the
amnesty of May
on the asphalt
a fallen raven lies
its skull a
hollow
where light used to
dance
eyes
stolen by the wind’s
sharp hunger
the cattails stand in
a shivering choir
stubborn in their mourning
brown
a velvet funeral
procession wading hip-deep
into the reckless
green
we press our palms
against a bruised sky
gathering the
wreckage of
a collapsing sun
dare we call it
sacrament?
this feverish
starving peace,
found in the teeth
of the storm’s
mercy
history books
char and curl;
we busy ourselves
weaving
garlands from
rusting wire
gathering the nectar of
a radiant
expiring world
we step over the
blind bird
humming
a jagged lullaby
climbing the silver
ribs of ruin
to watch the
first impossible
violet bloomYou can read more of Sean’s poetry on Arise !
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Sean Downing, poet, musician, teaches high school English and Theater Arts in Pagosa Springs, Colorado. He can often be found in his woodshop, coaxing music from odd scraps of junk, or haunting the trout streams around southwest Colorado. If you see him, don’t tell anyone: they’re probably looking to get an honest day’s work out of him.
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A stunning metaphor.
Brilliant