Three Poems by Diane Webster

SPRING LILT

Lilacs lilt the air
with alluring scent
for honey bees
to home in on
while iris bloom
beneath the buzz
and snapdragons birth
bumblebees daily.

 
BIRD BRAIN

The bird calls
“kitty, kitty, kitty!”
through the trees,
and the cat
twitches her ears
as if annoyed
that a bird thought
it could fool a cat --
“Bird brain.”


SNOW BENDS

Climbing the steps
to the post office
the metal hand rails
support an inch of snow
until near the top
thawing curves the line
still attached but sideways
like a little girl searching
for her father while upside
down on the monkey bars.

Diane Webster's goal is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life or nature or an overheard phrase and to write from her perspective at the moment. Many nights she falls asleep juggling images to fit into a poem. Her work has appeared in "Philadelphia Poets," "Illya's Honey," "River Poets Journal" and other literary magazines.