Hobble Creek Review
| Chris Crittenden |
Day of Goldenrod
Today belongs
to feather tops of goldenrod
and goldfinches
punctuating the sky;
to spicy sorrel,
and streams of dandelions
whispering beside my driveway—
to riches that bubble
from chests of earth,
coffers of air,
basting honeycombs,
pollinating and singing,
chasing rabbits across meadows
with yellow footsteps.
They've found their way
of giving birth to the sun;
and so they multiply,
draped in perfumes of orgy,
the thrill of reflecting god.
Today belongs
to feather tops of goldenrod
and goldfinches
punctuating the sky;
to spicy sorrel,
and streams of dandelions
whispering beside my driveway—
to riches that bubble
from chests of earth,
coffers of air,
basting honeycombs,
pollinating and singing,
chasing rabbits across meadows
with yellow footsteps.
They've found their way
of giving birth to the sun;
and so they multiply,
draped in perfumes of orgy,
the thrill of reflecting god.
Chris Crittenden is a self described quirky introvert, living in a small
town in Maine, far from any traffic lights or street lamps. He has recent
acceptances from Temenos, Switchback, Raving Dove and Rougarou, and
was interviewed by the editor of Thick With Conviction.
town in Maine, far from any traffic lights or street lamps. He has recent
acceptances from Temenos, Switchback, Raving Dove and Rougarou, and
was interviewed by the editor of Thick With Conviction.
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