To A Swamp-Dweller and His Wife

To a Swamp Dweller, and His Wife

Wind, so evident in Winter
Pushes snow horizontal,
Pulls people together, signals
Wayward chickadees – time for bed.

Sun, bouncing crystal rays
Jars the memory of warm days,
Hits eyes and flashes you to
Waterways. A pelican on Marker 24.

Moss, deliberately hanging from a
Live-Oak sways in front of joyous
Ceremonies. BC puts a smile on years of
Yearning. Barbara answers with her hands.

Notes fill Cypress walls,
Accentuate perfect sunsets,
Inspire daffy paintings by the sea.
Is there a Teac in the house?

Flowers, carefully bunched by
Out favorite pepper-sauce purveyor,
Color up a perfect sunrise,
Festive day, romantic night, ideal life.

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 1993.  Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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