Arbor In the language of raindrops lilting on fern-bellied leaves a jacaranda is conversing with the sea filigree branches weave words into mist & blossom into questions, lost in translation by the tides. Answers come not by way of the clouds, but in threading the filaments of rain in this ancient art of seeking & weaving, we are wrought & weathered ready to brace the weight of a thundering sky
Jenevieve Carlyn Hughes teaches humanities for university students. Her poetry has recently appeared in Northern New England Review’s Front/Lines: Pandemic Perspectives, Braided Way Magazine, and the Connecticut River Review, among other places. She enjoys birdwatching, rarely with binoculars. Follow her on Instagram @sea_thistle.