There Are Swans in the Lake

There are swans in the lake down in St. Stephen’s Square.
If you look in this world, you’ll probably find
There are swans all around everywhere.

In the high desert air, along black lava cliffs,
There are dry artemisias, bearing dry yellow flags
Of small seeds since escaping those wombs.

On cold northern prairies along frozen windows
There are crystalline messages etched on the panes
There remaining ‘til vernal winds blow.

On the streets of San Pedro, below coffee trees,
There are warm glowing birds of small children’s bright smiles
That stand out like the white Irish swans.

There are swans in the lake down in St. Stephen’s Square.
So now look in this world, and you’re sure to find
There are swans all around everywhere.

Christmas 2012

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About Jay C Ritterson
If I say nothing, it might be that I have nothing to say.

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