john coldwell Poems
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Don’t forgot the countryside,
With your computer, career and chores.
It goes on in spite of you,
With schemes greater, and more intricate, than yours.
Below, the sunlit dappled earth,
Patterns your willing feet.
Above, the green transparency of leaves,
Stirs the scent of Meadowsweet.
Butterbur, wild garlic and yellow water lily,
All weigh the syrup air,
And call your longing heart to join,
The river's sinuous love affair.
Hear the fish’s footprint plop,
And see the silver sound waves roll,
Across the sky of mystery deep, that ...
Not A Miracle...
I saw my latest grandchild yesterday
All lagoon eyes and fat little fingers
A perfect beauty in every way
What joy pure time, and chance can bring us.
Just a mindless collision of matter of course,
Because we have proof empirical
Whatever else the little girl is
She is certainly not a miracle