View & Spring – Poems

 
View

A white petal falls as the bee drinks
the Mandarin bloom then moves on.
Purple and red tin pots with orange
flowers hang from the top rail of
the neighbor’s balcony. Across
the unpainted fence a black and
white motorcycle passes for a moment
between two tan warehouses and
disappears. The sky is dove gray,
the ornamental pear tree leafless
except for a few of last year’s dead
leaves. Now a black and white dog
sniffs the green plants below the colored
cans of nasturtiums. Past the creek
lined with pepper trees and the great
eucalyptus where the owl lives
and the railroad tracks where no
train passes the mountain angles in
sloped steps from heaven to earth
when the soft rain slants down.

 

 

Spring

The single bee returns
with the yellow sun
to the Mandarin Orange

and its sodden brown
blossoms, my potted tree
starred here and there

with new white blooms
closed during the long
storms. Maybe only that

bee knows about their
nectar and remembers
the taste like drops of

sugar on a map. Air is
blue, sea clouds blown
east after 10 days of rain

turned the hills emerald.
English sparrows chase
each other, female flying

from the male’s pursuit,
the waters of the bird
bath still again as sky.

About Nels Hanson

Nels Hanson grew up on a small farm in the San Joaquin Valley of California and has worked as a farmer, teacher and contract writer/editor. His fiction received the San Francisco Foundation’s James D. Phelan Award and Pushcart nominations in 2010, 2012, 2014 and 2016. His poems received a 2014 Pushcart nomination, Sharkpack Review’s 2014 Prospero Prize, and 2015 and 2016 Best of the Net nominations.

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