Thursday, December 26, 2013

Ginkgo (Poem 268)

Silky ginkgo leaf curtain rustles 
depth and steam, not quite
gleaming, under teddy bear cocoa
and snow-globe crocuses. Surrounded
in, over, around the bristles of 
dromedary bliss, kiss the odd,
laughing fountain with yesterday's dew.
Alarming, but truly, there is very little
else to do. Far away the taffy machine's 
arms roll and rotate, a childish dance
geared toward hedghogs and 
buttered toast, almost, not quite all 
the way to Valentine's Day. Follow, 
and joy quickly blooms like concord 
grape jelly in your mouth.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six



Photo: James Field