Ruth Hill Page 2 Cast in Bronze
Afternoon storms having opened their black velvet pouches and thrown down their burden of diamonds often give way to evenings of magnificent bronze Come out and see the hibiscus brazing pigeon necklaces burnished with maize brass bells tinkling off glittering leaves yellow sequined arches in the village square Newborn bees share our view through topaz honey hive’s hum a kazoo, dripping raindrops a xylophone amber windows everywhere Rocks and roads and trees all trimmed in tortoiseshell are strewn with chestnuts and chrysoberyl Citrine evening with soap bubbles in the air mist of bronze others see as not there freckles on thrush, blush on the pear
This evening’s warm respite of joy is made brief by the longitudinal shadow The setting sun tugs a golden shade tassel As the grey-mauve evening descends
Like well-oiled athletes, golden hills flex their muscles A single robin’s silver flute calls the universe to order
Silver Bow Publishing 2013 Anthology.
All Wild
…after “Wildflowers of Metulla”
Though many love the topiary, boxwood, I prefer a garden long overgrown and spread into the wild, wild interbreeding to reclaim ancestral ties open pollinating freely unconcerned with who is better wind laying all down equally rain drunk by all equally verdant and effusive floribundant and intrusive hills all willy-nilly silly frilly with montage-collage portages orange lilies poking up through burgundy rhubarb blue flax and michaelmas by wild goldenrod for "there is no blue without the yellow” michaelmas not blue nor purple nor mauve nor pewter pincushions not lemon or lime but hued over time milkweed and thistles fluffing wildly like bubble machines aromas of leaf mold, sweet earth and wild orchids textures heaped up like thrift store clearance colors not edited by more ‘educated’ eyes burden of fleas and chiggers and bees and flies candied nectar leaking from necks thick alkaline poison protects the soft and stiff and harsh and hardy climbing all over each other in gorgeous orgy oblivious, intertwined, without prejudice strolled through, it and its creator all wild all mine
© Copyright, 2015, Ruth
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