In celebration of National Poetry Month, poet Stazja McFadyen of Poets for Human Rights, shared Whiff -- a poem that's giddy with Spring -- along with other poets' works in her April 2024 e-newsletter. For information about Poets for Human Rights, send an email to Ms. McFadyen at poetsforhumanrights@gmail.com
Whiff
Open air is all my hearts
its beckon shirts my days
What wildly loves in me
grows in clumps
or tufts in rain or ditches
and never fails
This open air is my every kiss
as birds scoop straw that strays --
My out beyond
flies upside down
While side by side my simples wilt to grow
and homes of home are made
Largest is my love in open air
and steps to gathered chores
are what I am --
These sacred swoops of nows-to-then
and my being made of twine
of twirls or hope embraced
or dripping brims
of bucket-years that play
-- Hiram Larew
This poem previously appeared in Fevers of the Mind.
so swell and the line "These sacred swoops of nows-to-then" IS magnificant and you. Ed