in a shadowed wood
sun conjured maples are born
a birth of tree light
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
the sky calls
the sky calls me back
me and my feathers so black
though my heart rests now long
my wings beat out a song
oh how i love to fly
the sky calls me back
me and my feathers so black
i'll lift on the breeze
ride the clouds like waves on the seas
oh how i love to fly
Danielle Gugler 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
when the butternut sings
when you have wings
and the butternut sings
fly high,
and wide
and then
dip
into the creaking reach
of this old one's tide
© 2011 Danielle Gugler
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
night music
a storm-dropped minstrel
skips half-notes off the surface of sidewalk ponds
puddle music
lulla-jazz-abies
his street light lit saxophone
accompanied only by the
drip
drip
drip
of leftover afternoon rain
© 2011 Danielle Gugler
skips half-notes off the surface of sidewalk ponds
puddle music
lulla-jazz-abies
his street light lit saxophone
accompanied only by the
drip
drip
drip
of leftover afternoon rain
© 2011 Danielle Gugler
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
equinox, the moose and the moon
equinox went walking
on the night of winter-spring
stepping to the rhythm
of a song she loved to sing
she sang of bronzed and sodden leaves
peaking up from under snow
she warbled of the shifting winds
from north then south that blow
she tipped her head to the waking moon
and then to great delight
the scent of fresh-baked cookies
warmed her journey through this night
she turned her head and spoke to one
who’d come to hear her song
good eve, my friend, oh star-antlered moose
would you like to come along?
they danced to a wee log-cabin house
whose windows invited their gaze
to a kitchen, a counter, a cooling rack
and cookies being lifted from trays
come in, please come in, the family said
we always have room for more
welcomed with cookies and humour and love
moose and equinox waltzed through the door
© 2011 Danielle Gugler
© 2011 Danielle Gugler
Thursday, March 17, 2011
maaliskuu
maaliskuu you make me happy
the way you come madly dancing in
donning green wellies and
slippingslappingslopping your way
over ice rinks turned mudflats
leaving puddleprints in your wake
shine-sun sunshine, shifting slanting sideways now
winking at snowdrops, born from teardrops,
and drawing my eye from that
red beer cup sleeping on a gritty memory of snow
meanwhile rosie, only and already 3
stomps in her redboots beside me
chanting
poop-poop-poop
to home to home we go
© 2011 Danielle Gugler
the way you come madly dancing in
donning green wellies and
slippingslappingslopping your way
over ice rinks turned mudflats
leaving puddleprints in your wake
shine-sun sunshine, shifting slanting sideways now
winking at snowdrops, born from teardrops,
and drawing my eye from that
red beer cup sleeping on a gritty memory of snow
meanwhile rosie, only and already 3
stomps in her redboots beside me
chanting
poop-poop-poop
to home to home we go
© 2011 Danielle Gugler
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
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