Saturday, May 31, 2025

summer rain

as if geography is destiny
leaves turn miscellaneous 
in our anthology of trees
just gentling into time

all we can grasp for now 
is this softness between us 
a metaphor for unexpected  
meaning--as if we invented it
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Pic: I didn't check my work, but it has been nearly a month since I walked by the river. I took a long walk today, and it felt SO good.

14 comments:

Nance said...

This is a lovely poem. I can almost feel the soft, comforting embrace of the trees by the river.

I love the use of gentle as a verb here with regard to Time. And the phrase "anthology of trees" is incredibly beautiful. Geography IS Destiny--I believe that, though it isn't as strong a force as it used to be.

Gillian said...

Nice.

Jenny said...

This is beautiful, Maya!

Nicole said...

Anthology of trees! Oh, I love that.

Jeanie said...

This is lovely, Maya. I can see why you are included in an anthology!

maya said...

Thank you, Nance!

maya said...

Thanks, Gillian!

maya said...

Aw! Thanks, Jenny!

maya said...

Anthologies on my mind, probably! :D

maya said...

Thank you, Jeanie!

StephLove said...

It looks so lush down there. I like the phrase "anthology of trees."

maya said...

I was blown away, Steph! I haven't been there in a month, and it looks so different from the last time I was there.

Lisa's Yarns said...

Look how green everything is! Love the gentle vibe of this poem!

maya said...

Thank you <3. The green is making me so happy despite all that's still messed up in the world.

the embrace of trees

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