Sunday, 21 July 2013

Sunday Poem

It pleases us to think the sun
redeems the logging roads with cane,
with high cicadan orisons,
with fern and black-eyed Susan. 
Picking our way amid the slash
we say blackberry rosaries,
we finger their knotted beadwork, one
for the bucket one for me,
as in he loves me not he loves me. 
Watching where we eat our prayers
the trees themselves might pity us.
When autumn comes they lose their leaves
by accident, deciduous.
From All the Daylight Hours (Cormorant, 2013) by Amanda Jernigan.

(Painting by Paul Saari)

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