Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Two Poems by Susan Dale


White wrapped 'round white
   into winds wild
      to curvet and blow
Drumming deep-song snow
Threats in throats
Primitive call to
Soul of winds
A bloodless force
From skies a'tremble
Tentacles of snow
They seize and thrust
   to twist in mist
Winds scream a god's revenge

Down, falling
   burying earth's bones
Thick to mount
a night, black
Drift to deep
beyond breath
a sepulcher sleep


Hold autumn close
When the sun strikes broadside
Reach into its heart of gold
One last moment

On the path of summer's glory
Plunder her golden orb
A whispered lullaby
To rock cradle of sleep long
November--above the crest of summer dream
Drink deep the poem of autumn

Susan Dale's poems and fiction are on Kind of a Hurricane Press, Ken*Again, Penman Review, Inner Art Journal, Feathered Flounder, Garbanzo, and Linden Avenue.  In 2007, she won the grand prize for poetry from Oneswan.  She has two published chapbooks on the internet:  Spaces Among Spaces by, and Bending the Spaces of Time by Barometric Pressures Authors' Series.

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