by Pavel Chichikov
I see rain – there is no rain
Granular the texture of the morning sun
The first blue butterfly
One moving point against the forest trail
A world is made of waves that peak and hollow
Blue squill in earthen bundles, neptune sky –
April runs together
Ocean, month, thread and pattern
Now before the carpet is complete
The one who wove the carpet dies
And those who take him from the Cross
Will wrap him in his colored artifact:
Tall daffodils, kingfishers' wings
Quince, and weeping Judas
Visit Pavel's website at Grey Owl Press.
