Saturday, October 5, 2013

Into a Garden (Poem 186)

reaching, folding into the pink, 
the coral, the everlasting violet 
and yellow turning smiles at the sky, 
hand stemming, leafing, vining 
around interlopers and slipshod silver 
birch bark, adjusting, fluffing, sculpting life 
into a form her mind takes, then
pushes up, through the heavy loam 
that settles on her bones sometimes 
with a damp, mossy ache and 
paints her brow with stripes of clay, 
which mingle with her salt and soothe
the tenderness her flowers awake 
in her faint and furrowed heart

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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