Saturday, June 1, 2019

first june




(i) speak
to the fawn
eye deep, wide and lashed, and
too the hare that senses
the day-
still and warm and calm and full
taking shadow as a dream

where
moss and morel caress
the trees, against sole heartbeat of a
wandering bee, stay too

trillium -
close to your forest
floor,  while paintbrush colors this
first June sky

and (i)

sit and witness time slip by, towards
the
promise of a summers
day

when fawn and lily will come to play
yes,
when the tiger lily
again
                        does        come to play,,,,,


bkmackenzie 2019
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21 comments:

  1. Magaly GuerreroJune 1, 2019 at 7:51 PM

    I can get lost for days and days and nights... in the fifth stanza, in that promise that blooms and wilt and blooms (different things) all at once.

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  2. brudbergJune 3, 2019 at 12:46 PM

    These days of early summer is so filled with a promise of bloom... I too want to sit and listen for lilies ... our garden usually is filled with martagon lilies...

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    1. signed...bkmJune 3, 2019 at 1:49 PM

      promise lots of promise in a early summer...bkm

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  3. JimJune 3, 2019 at 2:50 PM

    I too would like to be there, it sounds sooo nice and peaceful. Hot for summer? We've had "feel-like temps of over 100F and 96F actual already, the last two weeks of May. I might come if it's close on this Wednesday and Thursdsy, they may be cool, 80F's, as a tropical storm is coming. The fawn doesnt bite or ram does she?
    ..

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    1. signed...bkmJune 4, 2019 at 5:16 AM

      places like this are sacred the fawn does bite but the hare might...bkm

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  4. MargaretJune 3, 2019 at 5:45 PM

    I lived in N. Michigan for years and morel's are a serious business and I adored adored adored ... white trillium spreading out upon the forest floor. This poem is certainly one to rest in.

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  5. signed...bkmJune 4, 2019 at 5:18 AM

    that is what i understand about the morel...quite the delicacy ....then you know these days...bkm

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  6. MaryJune 9, 2019 at 5:55 AM

    Ah, the luxury of sitting and witnessing time slip by - nothing like it when one is surrounded by so much beauty of nature!

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  7. C. SandlinJune 9, 2019 at 6:52 AM

    This is a poem to wander through and rest within. Love line about the heartbeat of a bee--this overlays the more mechanical way I tend to hear their buzz.

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  8. Sherry Blue SkyJune 9, 2019 at 7:02 AM

    This poem is so lyrical and beautiful, i wandered in and wanted to stay.outstanding, Barbara. My new favourite of yours.

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  9. LoriJune 9, 2019 at 8:02 AM

    I was suddenly reminded of Bambi with the fawn and the little bunny. The sense of newness that imbibes the spring, the ending made me feel like the innocence was about to shift in a subtle way. The lily becoming a tiger lily which has a bit more bite. Very captivating.

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  10. Sanaa RizviJune 9, 2019 at 9:13 AM

    This is incredibly stunning!!❤️ The early days of Summer are so filled with both bloom and hope.

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  11. Myrna R.June 9, 2019 at 2:50 PM

    Your poem is like a sweet meditation - so sweet and peaceful.

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  12. Wendy BourkeJune 9, 2019 at 3:38 PM

    Lovely notes in this eloquent piece … it really had to be spoken aloud … and so I did. Beautiful writing!

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  13. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJune 9, 2019 at 11:03 PM

    Ahhh! Several re-readings for the sheer delight of it make this poem ever more satisfying.

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  14. BrendanJune 10, 2019 at 1:01 AM

    To enter and be part of and so savor this first june does require a lower case I and a surrender to joy. Thanks so for the astonishing grace of it.

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  15. RommyJune 10, 2019 at 3:34 AM

    I love how this piece greets the micro-season of early June like an old friend. It felt like a perfect cup of tea, beautifully soothing and inviting.

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  16. ayalaJune 10, 2019 at 3:44 AM

    This is as sweet as the early days of summer. Beautiful!

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  17. dsnake1June 10, 2019 at 7:46 AM

    this is a poem to wander in and slowly savour.
    i like how the trillium is the paintbrush to colour the June sky. :)

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  18. Gillena CoxJune 10, 2019 at 3:42 PM

    Happy Summer, thanks for your beautiful poem. Happy you dropped by my sumie Sunday

    Much❤🕊❤love

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