SPRINGTIME PRAYER They’ll have to grow like crazy, the springtime baby geese, if they’re to fly to balmier climes when autumn dismembers the leaves ... And so I toss them loaves of bread, then whisper an urgent prayer: “Watch over these, my Angels, if there’s anyone kind, up there.” MOON POEM I climb the mountain to inquire of the moon ... the advantages of loftiness, absence, distance. Is it true that it feels no pain, or will she contradict me? AH! SUNFLOWER (After William Blake) O little yellow flower like a star ... how beautiful, how wonderful we are! A POSSIBLE EXPLANATION FOR THE MADNESS OF MARCH HARES March hares, beware! Spring’s a tease, a flirt! This is yet another late freeze alert. Better comfort your babies; the weather has rabies.
Michael R. Burch’s poems have been published by hundreds of literary journals, taught in high schools and colleges, translated into fourteen languages, incorporated into three plays and two operas, and set to music by seventeen composers.
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