Saturn returns

stems

The dog
wood stems I
cut and brought inside
for winter
colour
have pushed out bright
green
leaves of hope
tricked
into thinking Spring
is here
immaculate
gray buds
reach toward the light
like babies’ clenched
fists.

buds

 

 

 

flakes

Outside snow
flakes descend from a mottled
sky
twirling in
confusion
like my heart.
Is this the end or the
beginning
of everything?
Has the world
exploded
into ash or just
my heart?

hint

Above the shrouded
peaks the merest
hint of sun
while Raven circles the yard:

flight/rest

flight

rest

Eight days into winter
I can only wait.

wait

Saturn returns and
Spring
will not be
forced.

7 Responses to “Saturn returns”

  1. Diana Z

    Very moving poems, Leslie. You are the only one who succeeds at making me experience and enjoy poetry. I love images of winter – both in pictures and words. Bring on 2017 – I’m ready!

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    • commatologist commatologist

      It thrills me to know I’m playing a part in opening a door to poetry for you, Diana! Because you’re drawn to memoir, you might like Sharon Olds. Try this one.

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  2. Diana Z

    And I agree with Shawna, the “Outside snow” picture is haunting. And the accompanying words are…quiet and pensive.

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  3. carin

    Oh my. Such loveliness. Thank you for this. I think my eyes actually began to water at one point. I especially love the question: “Is this the end or the beginning of everything?”

    Sending you a bouquet of happiness and peace and hope for a year of kindnesses given and received, here there and everywhere…

    xo

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