Leonore Wilson
Wind Sorting and Resorting
Where the groves thickened with song
like a poem beating on stone
the wind recognized its posture
didn’t it on the lower slopes
then the higher…
Old shawl over mustard and through
not romantic like a quilt made of calico
no its ego was a twisted rope
bold calligraphy of shadow…
And didn’t the random moss on the lily pond
worry momentarily
and also the foreman’s palomino
rolling in flax and the orphaned goslings
among the knobbled tulles barely moving…
The wind would be orange if it took a color
no the wind would be honeyed bronze
like the open doors of California
with its fault lines sometimes a finger-narrow…
The Diablo wind was no slower than silence
until the elongated figure of lightning
broke free as if from the hodgepodge root system
of the scooting scooting San Andreas…
Leonore Wilson is a retired college English and creative writing from Northern California. Her two poetry books are Western Solstice (Hireath Press) and Tremendum, Augustum (Kelsey Press). She is on the MFA Board at St Mary’s College of California. Her work has been in such magazines as The Iowa Review, Third Coast, Prairie Schooner, Quarterly West, Upstreet, Madison Review, Laurel Review, Pif, etc. Her historic 100 year old cattle ranch in the eastern hills of the Napa Valley was recently destroyed in the LNU fire of Napa Valley.
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