Larry Kimmel Poems
|1.||After Reading An Epic Fantasy||4/4/2006|
|2.||I Step Out On My Porch Near Midnight||5/12/2006|
|3.||View From A North Window||5/12/2006|
|5.||The Class Ring||5/12/2006|
|6.||A Thought Dwelt On||5/12/2006|
|7.||Learning To Float On Your Back||5/12/2006|
|8.||Woman Playing Guitar||5/12/2006|
|9.||One Tree Island||5/12/2006|
|13.||Feeding Chickadees In Winter||5/12/2006|
|15.||Waiting And Then Not Waiting For A Green Light In Greenfield, Massuchetts||5/12/2006|
|16.||Branch After Branch||4/3/2006|
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Branch After Branch
Slats of clear gold sunlight
and snow like fur on every branch
and every branch after branch after branch
as far as thought can reach...
I go to see if our road's been plowed.
The many small birds melt
before my boots and frosty breath.
Branch after branch, vast in its snowy hush,
the universe is as big as you think it is -
and maybe one or two trees more.
View From A North Window
For a moment, the sun
on a red barn, dying,
on dry fields still as a gold death-mask
warmed yellow only to the eye
beneath the winter-prophesying sky,
before night's shadow gathers the last straws
of afternoon to its scrawny breast;
the sun on a red barn, dying,
resurrects a lone child, playing.