So Long Remembering
(based on an erasure poem from Germinal, Emil Zola)
Beneath
the deep blows
of winter,
the bent back
of the field,
so long
remembering
the wildflowers.
Now, now,
spring draws
near
the field
cracking
brumal
ever warming,
filled with light
whispering voices.
brush of a holy kiss.
In the furrows,
dawn
of the next earth.
.
Melissa A. Chappell is a native of South Carolina, where, along with writing and reading, she enjoys the outdoors and music. She has a BA in the Theory of Music and a Master of Divinity degree. She shares her life with her family and two miniature schnauzers.
Terrific spring poem, Melissa.
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