Partial ShadeA Poem by Wilyem Clark
There is a place of partial shade
Along a woody colonnade Of maple, river birch, and oak, Where sparrows dart and spybirds croak. I sing to bees: Make use, make use! These August blooms are so profuse, And while the summer tarries on, One must taste sweetness ere it's gone. But down there by the sluggish creek, A fuller shade spreads hourly, The angle of the sun grows weak, The skies turn gray and showery. The darkness comes; it may not end Despite the planet's age-old trend; One day, the yin-yang spin may stall And night will perma-freeze us all. But lo! The crows awake at dawn To caw and clack, so life goes on. Full sun's too bright, full shade's too bleak; I'm partial to the stippled streak. © 2022 Wilyem Clark |
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1 Review Added on September 19, 2022 Last Updated on September 19, 2022 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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