Three Poems by Bob Carlton

Circle/Upon Circle . . . 

Circle
upon circle

down
to the river's edge:

food chain among slime,
the taste of algae
and the dart
of the heron's beak.



The Grass Creeps . . .

The grass creeps
through cracks,
escapes the
paved limits
we try to enforce--

bees and breezes
weave through leaves
in unintended ways

in defiance of
a too rigid set
of lines.



Hydrocycle Freeze-Frame

A soft dripping signals thaw--
by mid-morning winter silence
dissolves in flowing water.

The snow is glazed,
sweating away
its bright body.

The sun shines through a chill
the constant melt
no longer feels.

Wrapped in frigid air
earth warms, softening
to embrace cool trickles
in dark mysteries
where future flurries soak
roots of leafless trees.



Bob Carlton lives and works in Leander, TX.  www.bobcarlton3.weebly.com