The color red has guts
the paint on our front door
the sports car I always wanted
my mother’s hair
blowing in the wind
a geranium red
an anemone red
a dahlia poppy tulip red
danger ahead
tides in Florida
flames across the West
the harvest moon hangs
low along the red
stain of the dying sun
anger spawning
everywhere
fractured bloodlines
the color red
at our front door
Poem and Photo by windflower Townley
windflower, her wife, border collie and mini aussie live on the Mendocino Coast in Northern California. She attended the University of Massachusetts in Amherst for her undergraduate (English) and graduate (M.Ed. in English) degrees. She co-founded the Feminist Arts Program at the University of Massachusetts Women’s Center where she published and edited, Chomo Uri, a women’s multi-arts magazine and produced the first National Women’s Poetry Festival in 1976. Her poetry has been published in several journals and in a handful of anthologies. windflower is also a photographer celebrating the poetry in nature.