Spring Service – a poem by Victoria Twomey

Spring Service

I bow to east, the mother of day
her azure fingers 
hang white cotton candy blouses out to dry in the sun

I confess my sins
fold them like a prayer
tuck them into cracks between the stones in the fence

I offer sunshine lily and buttercup bulbs
kneel and place them
onto the tongue of the thawing soil

I sit silently before the blessing trees
in spring shadows
beneath moving dappled gestures, made with budding arms

at a distance, on the porch steps
a white cat attends
arriving like an angel, on a puff of air

Victoria Twomey is a poet and an artist. She has appeared as a featured poet at venues around NY, including the Hecksher Museum of Art, The Poetry Barn, Barnes & Noble, and Borders Books. Her poems have been published in several anthologies, in newspapers and on the web, including Sanctuary Magazine, BigCityLit, PoetryBay, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Tipton Poetry Journal and the Agape Review. Her poem “Pieta” was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

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