In the Ceasefire

I heard the same bird 

This morning

Cooing in a tree somewhere. 

The rain slides down

Your window 

And I remember 

The midsummer park�"

Wiping the berry stains 

Onto my jeans

Crayon marks, and

Mustang grapes. 

There is hope in the 

Slant of light 

Falling from the doorway�"

And dust dances 

Immeasurably

Through the sun

Warming floorboards.

The tire swing is flying 

Over the leaves 

In late October.

My hands outstretched 

To the distant white bark 

And dogs, running wild 

Across fields of 

Endless clover

And rolling buttercups.

I know the name

Of the feeling I'm having�"

But if I say it 

You'll be someone else 

And I will still 

Be here. 

Reviews

[I Shred This Cabbage]

This is a beautiful evocation…such emotion and feeling in each moment, and each moment feels lived through. Lovely little details littered throughout leads to a deeper sense of connection. Good work!

[emmajoygreen]

Written magic, more than visual, emotional and flawless, Anna.
Could use quotes for the entire poem, but this touches me:

'There is hope in the
Slant of light
Falling from the doorway
And dust dances
Immeasurably
Through the sun'

[light and ashes]

I, personally, loved this writing.