Dear Earth
By Leslie Dianne

 

Dear Earth:
your daffodils
are just buds today
shrinking from the frost
digging their roots
into you for comfort
leaning into the grass
blanketed by the breeze

The shouts of children
and a jaybird’s song
weave through the air
and hover above
the beginning bloom of
your soon to be flowers
coaxing their yellow
fluttering hands
out of your tender embrace
and into the spring

 

When The Willows Fell

When the willows
fell, their roots
lay on the grass,
ripped out of the
earth by the storm

 

For two days now
they cry sideways,
the arc of their
weeping cut short

 

There is no more
distance between
their sorrow and
letting it go,no
space between
the goodbye and
the fully gone

 

We pick up the
leaves one by one
because we know how
to stretch out
the time
between the end
of love and
the goodbye
of alone

 

Leslie Dianne from U.S. is a playwright, poet, novelist, screenwriter and performer whose work has been acclaimed internationally at the Harrogate Fringe Festival in Great Britain, The International Arts Festival in Tuscany, Italy, The Teatro Lirico in Milan, Italy and at La Mama, ETC in NYC. Her stage plays have been produced in NYC at The American Theater of Actors, The Raw Space, The Puerto Rican Traveling Theater and The Lamb's Theater, and at Theater Festivals in Texas and Indiana. She holds a BA in French Literature from CUNY and her poetry appears in The Wild Word, Sparks of Calliope, The Elevation Review, Quaranzine, The Dillydoun Review, Line Rider Press, Flashes and elsewhere. Her writing was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize and Best Of The Net.