Linda Umans

Passionate vultures in April, a copious shed of the feathers.
On the lawn whites browns blacks, a variegated tread of the feathers.
The roost silhouetted over the road is drama and esprit de corps.
After dusting my room I curl up and nap on a trundle bed of the feathers.
In all the seasons of yearning the outside needs in.
In a gold-colored bowl I fashion a flower head of the feathers.
Twittering activity, bustling green, plants are budding above the ground.
It's spring once again. Looking forward to another go ahead of the feathers.
Reverence suggested they stay when Lin put them in words in a poem.
They hang like a moon in the pines, lemon light widespread of the feathers.


LINDA UMANS enjoyed a long teaching career in the New York City public schools. She is a native of Manhattan where she lives, studies, writes. Recent publications include poems in qarrtsiluni,, The Broome Street Review, Theodate, DIALOGIST, Switched-on Gutenberg, Composite {Arts Magazine}, Spillway, Spiral Orb, A Narrow Fellow, The Ghazal Page, and pieces in Mr. Beller's Neighborhood