June Crawford Sanders
Bio Note: I live on the side of a mountain in the Sierra Nevadas in Northern California. A tiny Texas flatlander great-niece asks how do you keep from sliding off. Family, poetry, photographing deer, bobcats, bears, and birds that come to our backyard water fountain, playing piano, and camping are my favorite obsessions. My poems have been published in What the Elephant Said to the Peacock by Dempsey and Windle, UK, a Haiku Society of America Members’ Anthology, and in a tiny Poems-For-All book published by Robert Hansen, San Diego.
Sharps & Flats
Writing the old address cautiously I see it's still full of sharp edges the gravel road where I skinned my knees learning to ride a bike the prickly pine where lived a squirrel I foolishly shot steep back steps down which I tumbled splitting my knee hasty decisions that cut the ties binding me to home one-finger songs played on the chipped black keys of our ancient upright piano I dropped my dolly in the dirt I asked my dolly if it hurt...
Be careful dancing on rooftops, Gerry, do you have your fiddle but then Rome isn't burning tonight, is it. Glass slippers may break and I wonder if Cinderella might have been happier barefoot. My fingers are bleeding from trying to spin straw into gold - maybe pain becomes bearable if we live long enough. I am here tying dreams to tumbleweeds. Delilah tied her lover to a chair, then she cut off all his hair; it evens out - Pan played his pipes and seduced the very moon goddess from the sky and fireflies still dance in Missouri at midnight.
A Charm for Growing
Leaf of Aspen, Oak, and Willow Turning gold upon the hill. O Sweet and blessed time of year To wander free, now far, then near, to Bark of Aspen, Oak, and Willow Dappled white, brown, yellow Protect the spark that lies within Til Sun returns and life awakens Root of Aspen, Oak, and Willow Deep within the earth, now fallow Pause for rest before the growing Ours the test we pass by knowing Secret of Aspen, Oak, and Willow Stand tall and straight, yet bend with wind That blows and bows a humble heart To fashion, guide, instruct the artful Life of Aspen, Oak, and Willow Midas-touched upon the hill, tho Mournful, long, this season of rest Keep face to the East. And in the West Golden Aspen, Oak, and Willow Glow and bless our hills of snow While Arctic breath shakes leaves asunder And hope of Spring marks time with wonder.
©2020 June Crawford Sanders
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