The greyheaded
dandelion's shattering
and westwind's winged
scattering
.. wed to the rain's
sweet splattering
.. now gold blooms
all over
spattering
******
to Richard Wilbur
who awakened this aspirant's
love of poetry with
"To A Milkweed"
"What power had I before
I learned to yield..
Shatter me, Great Wind,
I shall possess the field!"
I used to fear the shattering
which comes to every soul
at some point..
until I realized that
the seeds do not leave their
mother.. until they are ready
and ripe .. wanting to go
Richard Wilbur has been ignored
by some poetry critics because
of the gem like simplicity
and brevity of his poems..
these critics prefer the arcane
.. the uncommunicable..