Global Warming

Global Warming

A huge curved tusk in the muck of a pond
a stone spear point and mastodon bones
dug up in suburbia:
bones and tools from ancient days
lie under our freeways
football stadiums and homes.

After Ice Age glaciers melted away
mammoths and mastodons browsed the land
pursued by humans with stone spears.
Surely the people gazed up at the North Star,
traveled, gathered, hunted, survived.
Their children laughed and played in
parkas, leggings, boots
their mothers sewed for them
with bone needles: in short,
survival gear.

Trout-teeming melt water from glaciers
gushed and gashed the land and
tranquil mastodons grazed
Michigan’s lush green landscape.

Our mitten holds memories
of ancient times.
If only stones could speak.

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The Circle of Life: Salmon

Circuits

Light from a star that died

shines out

from jade green eyes.

A salmon tail fans streambed stones

and dark silt swirls.

Millennia ago a star spurt fire and

now a constellation of eggs

and white milt spiral down

in black water.

Fishbone lattices litter the stream

that speaks of glaciers

and purls.

Frost flowers bloom on the cut bank

while embryos curl in sweet cold sleep below.

___Barbara Spring

An excerpt from my book of poetry and essays: The Wilderness Within.

Summer Storms: Summer's Horses

Summer's Horses

Rain and hail shake my window pane

Summer’s horses in a dead heat

Slam dunk torrents of rain.

Black horses thunder again and again

From dark storms spawned in the west

Rain and hail shake my window pane.

Whinnies, heavy hooves  beat--

And insane sums of rain

Summer’s horses in a dead heat.

Who could save us from the rain

And the cruel blasting hail?

Rain and hail shake my window pane.

If the weather man’s warning fail

Summer’s horses in a dead heat

Will destroy us with wind and hail.

Global warming envelopes the earth

Strange changes devastate life

Rain and hail shake my window pane

Summer’s horses in a dead heat.

--Barbara Spring

At Dawn

Relief at Dawn

All night stalkers sleep now…

a cardinal sings relief…delight.

Sun spills rose lights

through the trees east of our house.

A honeybee seeks sweetness

of white blossoms on our plum tree.

I see a turquoise robin’s egg

on the ground spilling out its life.

A fox sleeps curled

in her den on the side of a hill.

Silent owls in treetops wink

one eye then

rest until dusk.

Discreet whitetail deer nestle

in beds of grass.

Earth rolls around the sun.

Another day begun.

 

--Barbara Spring

 

Excerpted from my book, Sophia's Lost and Found: Poems of Above and Below

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