Ethics, Values, & Sustainability
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Last Updated 01/14/2006
The wind blows the streets Red
Like blood running through our veins.
We are alive, we are Red.
The wind throbs like the beating of our heart
Men juggling fire and we are warmed
A child passes in red and spreads sweetness.
The wind passes over and through us.
We are a garden of roses
We are alive, we are Red.
Danielle Gould
White whispers
Whipping through bare trees.
I shudder under my paling white skin.
Tiny flakes of white wonder
Dance above my head.
Ever so gently, winter whirls around me.
Angela Davis
This long night solstice sky is filled with fires
Flickering ember glow
Of light dreams and short nights
Running to beat the light
Cast by the oppressor’s pyres
The maize men ignite
And burn endlessly on
Their suffering etched across skies
Fades with oncoming dawn.
Paula Wild
The infant of the blossom
To the child of the apple.
Green with promise,
And firm with youth.
Hidden within the greenery
Of a hanging nursery.
Lars Eckland-Mitchell
On this orange sky shinny day,
Smells like tangerine
Pumpkin heads crawl gigantic,
Ladybugs crush on windows,
Their carapaces disguised by autumn leaves,
They all want to stay warm,
Running away from the winter to come.
Returning to dormant life,
Running from dormant time.
Alexandra Almenara
Clear and crystalline night
No clouds hide the moon so bright
All seems undisturbed and right
An argent spreading haze cast from above in incredible might
On to the earth without motion, just peace,
All under the magnificent orb’s silver light.
Adam Schlicht
Leaves down
Lights turn low
The moon’s up
Stars milky glow
Some things to come
But most will go
And we, still tied
To this illusion sold
All on our own
Here in the cold.
Florian Laux
For royalty of toad
The marsh lily opens.
For royalty of toad
The pond grows in the hollow.
For royalty of toad
The gnat buzzes low.
Toad is the king
The seated sultan, conqueror, and master of all he sees.
He does not see the heron.
Lars Eckland-Mitchell
The fire to survive
Burned inside her
As deep a blue
As the sadness had been
Until she turned
Her face toward the sky.
Kristin Halverson
Red wine colors my mouth and hers
A bit on her neck
Whispers a secret away.
Brown chocolates stain my mouth and hers
A spot on her chin
Divulging a memory to all.
Orange apple leaves no trace of orange
No scent and no color
Nothing is revealed.
Tyler George
Glowing hot iron
Cabbage butterflies
Sheep among the lilies
Snowflakes on my mitten
Drifting ash across the blacktop
Stars in the brilliant, ice-cold night.
Enid Williams
