March 2021
Bio Note: I love that poetry stands at the crossroads of image and sound. My mother was a
painter, my father composed music, so it is not a stretch that I have become a poet. I am captivated
by my Colorado landscape, the people I love, and the paradox that is life. I am the author of four books
and share my love of literature in the classes I teach.
I Dreamed Spring
I was born
from the lion of March
with a mouth full of angels
and a red tide
licking my feet
hiding in the recess of wings
I lurched through snowdrifts
and dreamed of lambs
singing below altars
notes like the flames
of the candles I lit
to tame the mourning
of my mother’s death
I dream an angel
promises me birth
girth of my belly
empty of all but rain
tendril of cloud tallying
all the promises of heaven
the seventh day of rest
when all the world
has been created
the calmest of Sundays
pillow of garden
as bed.
©2021 Kika Dorsey
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