By J.J. Tindall
Darling Buds
“This is what I mean.”
Said the wind.
“I am music, I am motion,
I carry
The gods.
I enswirl you
With fresh light, ensnare you
In the dust of the darling buds
Of May
(Which seem to come so suddenly,
Like the new sunrise, now off kilter.
You look away a few days
And everything changes).
“This is what I am,”
Said the mind.
“Trained by art
Posted on May 4, 2018