by Tess Taylor
Because the snow eclipsed the woods and formed
the definite wet gravel and the lumber pilings
into rounded banks and slate diagonals.
Because across blank snow, dark cherry boughs
cast intricate, protracted hieroglyphs,
and the falling downs spun in the light.
All this new hidden-ness lay spread around us
hinting, as at some forgotten word.
Because, as if in offering you said
chrysanthemum. O I adored
the sudden world you made with your red lips:
I wanted some, and plundered it.
From:
The Misremembered World
Last updated March 04, 2023