Interactive

Motionless
not a quiver
a red leaf
hangs in the air
suspended six feet
from the completion
of its fall.
I stare
breathless
enchanted.
Until my mind
seeks an answer
and my eyes find it.
The glint of
a spider line
in a moment of sun.
Magic and logic
combine
to make mine
out of thousands falling
this
levitating
leaf.

Bridget Harwell

 

           Occupied

Camped beneath the trees
lined up along the driveway
snow drops are rioting in my yard.
Two inches high
their droopy little heads together
they're bound in flower solidarity
withstanding every weather.
Even the mad March hare
that runs about my house at night
cannot scare these little soldiers.
Heralds of spring
they close ranks against
the blustering wind
 that, unbeknownst to it
carries the snowdrop message
spring is coming.

Bridget Harwell