As the sun rises, mist hangs above the marsh
as though ocean climbed high in the night,
as though great seas cover mighty flames,
as though troubles must be drowned.
Tall goldenrod and purple loosestrife sit low
in the tide, as though to hide their colors,
as though to hang on to good fortune,
the sun, and bravery of the seasons.
Dew-shined. grey-green slender switchgrass
link silken webbed hammocks left empty
by midnight spiders, after they and stars sailed,
leaving us a better day.
-Lavinia Kumar
Lavinia Kumar’s latest books are: Spirited American Women: Early Writers, Artists, & Activists [90 women.] and chapbook Beauty. Salon. Art. (Desert Willow Press, 2019) [re-published]. She is author of 3 poetry books and 4 chapbooks; her work appears in a wide variety of poetry journals. Her website: laviniakumar.net
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