Kathleen Strnad: Two Poems

CONVERSATION ON A SUMMER AFTERNOON

It is one way of telling you I love you
to write a poem about your musical voice
as in the summer afternoon
you tell me of the new beehives
and I notice how your voice and
summer rhythms one resonant hum
as the august afternoon fills full
while we speak.

It is so simple
this present moment
sunlight
and words
of ordinary things.

__________

RED TULIPS
 
Here in April’s midst
bloom shamelessly
red tulips,
scarlet
against green grass.

These say,
here I am,
vivid pure
in Spring’s
transparency.

These tulips
born from dark
of earth, bulb, womb,
now glowing
fill with sun.

 

© 2016 Kathleen Strnad

The Big Windows Review 7 (Spring 2016)

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