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.