Comments about Judie Erickson
When the scales measuring light and dark
Tip toward light,
And the Sun rises just north of due east
And recons with incessant winter.
When Earth stirs and a sense of her quickening
Is in the air.
A flower, white as the moon,
Appears on a stark winter branch.
Overlapping bud scales
Gray and furry like a warn shag carpet
Spread open by an inner longing
And unfurl a fragrant dancer dressed in silk chiffon.
The dance is choreographed by the breezes.
Petals move like a dancer's skirt,
Alternately hiding and revealing the palest pink ...