Land
Crates of ruby rhubarb,
at the city market,
tall stalks of pink and green,
sour soldiers of the spring,
born in lines beyond the village:
light Rhineland soil,
come closer,
step past the conflicts,
mind the fallen,
hear the cherry tree
in its swirling cape of snow,
call us to the garden.
Jill Husser-Munro grew up in the north of Scotland and has lived and worked in Strasbourg, France, for over thirty years. Her work has been published in Poetry Scotland, Amethyst Review, The Alchemy Spoon and Dreich Magazine.

What a beautiful poem. Simple but complex at the same time, with rich imagery. I love it.
Cynthia Pitman
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I loved the quiet reminder, of the every day fruit, there is war. We have strawberries in abundance in our garden. And peace. Thank you for the reminder.
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