Thursday, January 27, 2011

Passing School Buses in Joseph

Passing school buses in Joseph

half past gold on that young cottonwood
it is as surely a new season

as anything I know. day after day
the changes come bit by bit but

not so slow you miss it.
how many times
has it been

just another drive by?
for now the stars shine on gold -

I have never believed
I must tramp on wilderness for it to be beloved

yet I am so grateful I can see all this
for myself each rare day

Kathy Bowman (Zumwalt Prairie Poetry Cache)