Sap has run,
sweetness given up.
Steamed down, molded into golden sugar.
Steam rises into budding branches.
Tree frogs chatter in mist,
first fish hear their call,
Red horse and suckers in the cold wash.
They will glisten in jars
kissed by dill and onions.
Autumn's tubers hold us.
Spring messengers sing to cold water.
Ripples dance on silver scales,
sliding light over stones and spirits.
Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
Join us every Tuesday afternoon at the Daily Kos community political poetry club.
Your own poetry is always welcome in the comments.
Bongos, berets & turtle neck sweaters optional.
The keyboard is mightier than the sword.
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