An invisible insect breaks the sheen
of a forest pool, as widening rings
move out from the center to awaken
the April images reflected there:
buds, flowers and leaves rippling in circles
to the rhythms of spring and single touch
of an insect, whose one insistent note,
heard deep in the woods, pierces the mild air.
by Charles Pierre
(Originally published in the Fall 2006 issue of Avocet)
Charles Pierre is the author of two poetry collections, Green Vistas (1981) and Father of Water (2008). Over the past 30 years, his poems have appeared in numerous literary journals, including Appalachia, The Ledge, and Rattapallax.
© Copyright Charles Pierre 2006
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