Saturday, August 01, 2020

Atlas Poetica, Number 40, 2020

pistil and stamen

evening wind
heavy with the perfume
of sweet peas
we are tendrils clinging
to each other's heart

from a market stall
we warm
ourselves with memories
of happier times

I shower
you with petals
this ceremony
the simple hallmark
of mourning

my garden
is wizened now
but soon
it will be plump
and ripe with snow

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