Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Dark Water

Purple pansies.
The ant is sleeping
in dark water.
Spring,
once buried in the South
now sings
tulips
and pies.
O,
what beauty
beneath the clouds.
I walk barefoot
picking up thorns and twigs
with my toes,
like a lost wood nymph
longing for a field of bluebonnets
to lie in.
Be still
and listen.
All of nature is here
waiting
to give itself
to you.