Yes, Max the poem catches 'the fabric' of your/the space real fine.
Yes, Doug, don't get got freezing or frozen in a vertical position between house & car!
We just howling, chilly winds here. Maybe the promise of rain. I am at the Djerassi Art Residency about an hour below San Francisco - 10 miles or so inland from a great view of the Pacific and whatever it fancies to bring across this huge former cylindrical barn where we various artists hover around a communal firewood furnace. Oh, well, back to the drawing board soon, the Brandenburg Concertos 1-4 (also) pumping the juices.
Darkness and winter arrives in this hemisphere.
Stephen Vincent
--- On Wed, 12/1/10, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
From: Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: snap: spring to summer
To: [log in to unmask]
Date: Wednesday, December 1, 2010, 6:16 PM
Havning just come in from fighting freezing winds in Toronto, all I
can say is, this sounds just fine to me, Max. Maybe not the last
line's effects <g>. Anyway, even winter down there isn't.
Doug
Quoting "Max Richards" <[log in to unmask]>:
> Spring to Summer
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> Shouldering through long grasses
> my dog sends up clouds of pollen
>
> light and bright under morning sun -
> returns dew-sprinkled
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> from muzzle to tail shivery -
> to me, nostril-twitching hayfevery.
>
> Cicadas! as noonday warms
> their trees, the raucous chorus begins,
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> invisible cicada-swarms'
> new concert season -
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> stilled by night, when
> mosquitoes home in
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> with sleep-denying hum.
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>
> Max Richards in Melbourne
> 1 December 2010
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Douglas Barbour
11655 - 72 Avenue NW
Edmonton Alberta T6G 0B9
That’s not a cross look it’s a sign of life
Frank O’Hara
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