August 11

Yesterday was our anniversary. Here's a little poem from my book Of the Forest to celebrate.

Love Song 2

          for my husband

 

 

                                       Some things I love aren’t green –

 

oatmeal’s cinnamon steam

juice of peach, single strawberry

easy breaths of blue bedroom

moon-gray shoes

with laces of velvet ink

scrape and burn of crow’s caw

the gleam of Gram’s onyx ring

dreamy depths of our daughter’s

azure paintings

and our son’s red-gold hair

somehow spun from the straw of our genes—

 

                                      but your voice—

 

all sprouts and fronds

and stirring seeds, laughing leaves,

echo of bells over the hills –

up and down and around we go 

every morning, the new, green tips

of possibility.