Thursday, September 21, 2006

Fragments

My Son

grabs a forked stick
holds it high overhead
charges
like a geomancer
or a knight.

sitting spider with me
on a rope swing
dangling from a high pine
whispers
"The wind says shhhhhh, Mommy."

2 comments:

Sharon Hurlbut said...

Lovely glimpse of the end of summer, Anne! I'm always taking notes of what my kids say - they seem to have a direct line to the poet inside, don't they?

k1tchenwitch said...

Oh, I like this. I really like this. I can't say why right now b/c I'm still floaty from the migraine. But I likes it!