Saturday, January 19, 2013

A Poem by James Owens


late in the year

shelterless bird song
floats through rain,
darkens clouds
 
still, you can find me
 
the dandelions I dedicated to you
shine in wet grass
 
*
 
like young girls, one after another,
trembling --
 
each skittish tree
lights and rustles
 
under the sky’s
reckless caress
 
*
 
still in the mind of the beloved
the leaf is trembling
 
green on the black branch
even after
 
this sky swallowed
the winter wind
 
 
 
James Owens divides his time between Wabash, Ind., and Northern Ontario. Two books of his poems have been published: An Hour is the Doorway (Black Lawrence Press) and Frost Lights a Thin Flame (Mayapple Press). His poems, reviews, translations, and photographs have appeared widely in literary journals, including recent or upcoming publications in The Cortland Review, The Cresset, Poetry Ireland, and The Chaffey Review. He blogs athttp://circumstanceandmagic.blogspot.com

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