Seasons – Page 9 – Poems from in between

Day 21

rain baptizes the yard, field, streets, river from winter’s hold opening the frightened ground flowing through it and forward

Jenifer

you offer to wipe the snow from my car yet again there is no way back now, I cannot even pretend

Jenifer

it is still the daffodil, taking for granted all the space it needs, assuming its own beauty

Jenifer

white bird flickers through tree branches, landing low, behind rusted fence onto the unseen river

Jenifer

soft drumming of the vent below the floor, window rattling; it is the wind that owns day and night, not sun, not moon

Jenifer

daffodils unfold stretching pedals to endless evening sky; breathing deep, shoulders unwind, arms reach wide across earth

Jenifer