David A. Mitchell
Thaw
April reared and loosed
The arrow of time unfletched.
Weary herons stirred.
Galapagos
The dreams are sweet yet,
Too deep for waking: dawn lies
Turtled in the mist.
May
The heart of time holds
Spring frozen deep in amber:
A gaunt last whalesong.
Slowdays
The blue wind sings
Time's own dirge, lying at rest
In a turtle's eye.
Bio:
David A. Mitchell's body of poetry can be found at http://www.motherbird.com/mitchell.htm
