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The Peculiar
Maggot Moon
Chime
Leviathan
The City and the City
Graceling
The Road
A Certain Slant of Light
The Muses Among Us: Eloquent Listening and Other Pleasures of the Writer's Craft
Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood
Brown Girl in the Ring
Well Wished
The Innkeeper's Song
Understanding Comics: The Invisible Art
Beloved
American Indian Myths and Legends
The Left Hand of Darkness
The Return of the King
The Fellowship of the Ring
The Two Towers


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Sunday, April 17, 2011

Cleaning the Yard on Palm Sunday


Lenten time is altogether spare
Long ago the pre-spring cupboard bare
Fasting till the greens popped up
And the chickens started laying

In the garden now I dig out winter’s must
Last year’s dead dissolved to naught but dust
Fat worms dark earth heedless sup
While robins trill a joyfully praising

I cast my eyes o’re wasted winter spent
Further back, through time that I’ve been lent
Spring sun warms my dissolute dust
Sublimates a soul exposed and bare

3 comments:

  1. Every verse is lovely, Katie, but those first two lines of the middle-amazing word work! I admire your word knowledge a lot, something for me to work on. A worthy Palm Sunday memory.

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  2. Very nice wording. I can almost smell the dirt.

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  3. My favorit part: Fat worms dark earth heedless sup
    While robins trill a joyfully praising
    Wonderful images!

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