You are the sunrise

Even daffodils can only sway so long

you are the sunrise
(though you refuse to believe it)
you with your glow 
and your taffy licks
and your silent creep
consuming the darkness.

of course you can't
see all the good that 
you bring, how you 
usher newness, how you
wake up a day, how you
give night her release,
letting her go down 
to rest. of course
all you feel is weary and
worn and wishing 
to be something other,
something expansive
something firm:
make it lasting, 
maybe 
dull. 

should amaryllis 
take up accounting 
should tulip start 
to type? even daffodils
only sway so long. no. 
who launches spring 
on the wing,
not a pigeon's burble,
or the trap of
the pine's sap?
nature's first green
is you, licking
the horizon 
with your gilded tongue.

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It’s been a little while since I’ve written. Now and then I fall into what a psychic I met at a pottery class called my “absorbing” phase. I try to work through those phases but usually it doesn’t happen very well. I guess that’s because I am supposed to be absorbing! So I use that time for other, non-creative, productive endeavors.

Speaking of productive endeavors, I will shortly have print copies of my book “No Wonder: Poems” and will also have a link where you can purchase it (print or ebook) via IngramSpark/my website.

The book will also be on Amazon, but hope you won’t buy it off any billionaire platforms!

If you are local, I can get you a copy here!

Lots of love — Zed/Beth/Lizzy-Ho/Elizabeth/E/Late for Dinner