A daystar opened in my row
of dead leaves pallid from the wind
a golden center ready for the slug
that finds it blind and eats it whole.
Feet that feel no miracles will
stomp on it thinking it a weed
in the way of clearing fallen bark
and broken twigs that quit the tree.
January snowdrop white as milk
glows like fairy-light on the foggiest
morning of the week frosted in the
polar vortex, born again.
Guest Poet Bio:
Born in Pennsylvania and educated in England, Denise duMaurier worked as a stage actor in character roles for more than 50 years. Her love of poetry began with wonderful roles from the "SH-guys:" Shakespeare, Sheridan, Shaw. Her latest book, Follow Me Down, contains poems of tribute, remembrance and aging, most written in Minneapolis, MN, before moving to Bellingham, WA, in the spring of 2010, to escape Minnesota's winters.
Village Books is pleased to carry copies of Denise's poetry books Follow Me Down and Abandoning the Raft. Please call 360-671-2626 to obtain copies.
~Thank you Denise for allowing me to post this beautiful, fresh new poem on my blog. When you shared it with me the other day at our Saturday brunch, I was moved. If it wasn't for the noise of the cafe, people may have heard me sniffing tears away. It touched my heart as your poetry often does.
Great stuff! -Shannon