Looking At Sound

Taken from one of my all-time favorite movies, this poem evokes images of spring for me.

It is the color of light,
the shape of sound high in the evergreens
it lies suspended in hills,
a blue line in a red sky.

I am looking at sound.

I am hearing the brightness
Of high bluffs and almond trees
I am tasting the wilderness
of lakes, rivers, and streams
Caught in an angle of song.

I am remembering water
That glows in the dawn
The motion tumbled in earth
Life hidden in mounds.

I am dancing a bright beam of light.

I am remembering love.
~Pinkie Gordon Lane

-nah

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