https://isaacfreund.com/poetry/feed.xmlIsaac Freundmail@isaacfreund.com2025-06-03T00:00:00Zhttps://isaacfreund.com/poetry/cactus-flowers/2025-06-03T00:00:00Z2025-06-03T00:00:00Z<div class="poem"><p><span>cactus flowers are the<br></span><span>brightest colors in the<br></span><span>desert</span></p><p><span>as far as my<br></span><span>human eye<br></span><span>can see</span></p><p><span>although I do<br></span><span>suppose there might<br></span><span>be others</span></p><p><span>that can only<br></span><span>be seen by<br></span><span>a bee</span></p></div>https://isaacfreund.com/poetry/buffalo-wool/2025-05-26T00:00:00Z2025-05-26T00:00:00Z<div class="poem"><p><span>while walking in the mountains<br></span><span>after the last snow of the season<br></span><span>we see buffalo wool strewn about the meadows</span></p><p><span>eventually<br></span><span>we find the great beings themselves<br></span><span>one of them rolling in a dust bath<br></span><span>freeing itself of its winter coat</span></p><p><span>they watch us as we pass<br></span><span>giving them a wide berth<br></span><span>for we are small and weak in their eyes<br></span><span>uninvited guests in their lands</span></p></div>https://isaacfreund.com/poetry/morning-dew/2025-05-22T00:00:00Z2025-05-22T00:00:00Z<div class="poem"><p><span>I awaken in a mountain meadow<br></span><span>and find morning dew</span></p><p><span>frozen and glittering<br></span><span>on every blade of grass</span></p><p><span>a million tiny diamonds<br></span><span>or a field of fallen stars</span></p><p><span>in the sunlight they evaporate<br></span><span>returning to the sky</span></p></div>https://isaacfreund.com/poetry/diametric-forces/2025-03-30T00:00:00Z2025-03-30T00:00:00Z<div class="poem"><p><span>wintergreen<br></span><span>summer sheen<br></span><span>walk among the roses</span></p><p><span>old and new<br></span><span>out of view<br></span><span>have forgot what once was</span></p><p><span>fleeting thought<br></span><span>won't be caught<br></span><span>suffering my choices</span></p><p><span>feeling seen<br></span><span>in a dream<br></span><span>diametric forces</span></p></div>https://isaacfreund.com/poetry/strawberry-sweet/2024-05-25T00:00:00Z2024-05-25T00:00:00Z<div class="poem"><p><span>when summer's starting<br></span><span>and we are eating strawberries<br></span><span>you kiss me<br></span><span>and it is sweet</span></p><p><span>when rain is pouring<br></span><span>and bed is so inviting<br></span><span>in your arms<br></span><span>I feel complete</span></p><p><span>when times are trying<br></span><span>and life is falling out of balance<br></span><span>I am glad<br></span><span>that we did meet</span></p><p><span>when summer's ending<br></span><span>and there are no more strawberries<br></span><span>you kiss me<br></span><span>and it is sweet</span></p></div>https://isaacfreund.com/poetry/mossy-boughs/2024-03-30T00:00:00Z2024-03-30T00:00:00Z<div class="poem"><p><span>like green furry fingers<br></span><span>grasping at air<br></span><span>the floor below<br></span><span>thick with dead leaves of the past<br></span><span>and there above<br></span><span>soft green ones emerging</span></p><p><span>storm<br></span><span>a tree falls<br></span><span>and takes its neighbor with it<br></span><span>seasons later<br></span><span>their children rise to take their place</span></p><p><span>eons pass<br></span><span>the sun dims and darkens<br></span><span>life slows and ceases<br></span><span>what now?</span></p></div>