None Unhurried, None at Rest
By Steven Withrow
Nothing milder than the rabbit,
alone with his lunch of chicory,
but never, as he stiffens, alone
a long stretch, for even the warmth
that heavies the August wind
hastens him on with hawk-flight, cat-calls.
© 2012 Steven Withrow, all rights reserved
5 comments:
Nice, Steve! I really enjoy poems that pack a lot of imagery in a little space (as we've discussed before)...and this does exactly that!
Love this poem. Hard to pick a favorite phrase, but I think "the warmth that heavies the August wind" would win today, though I might pick "hawk-flight" tomorrow.
Thanks for sharing!
Lovely, Steve. "Alone a long stretch" -- I can relate. :)
Love this line:
for even the warmth
that heavies the August wind
Very Nice!
We're reading Watership Down aloud at my house right now, and this goes along perfectly with the adventures of Hazel and Fiver and the others!
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