Wish
If
I
could
send you
a trail
of pink
yellow
white
I would
send
calla
lilies.
Tender edges
spiraling up
one continuous fold
lips open for song or
praise, curl again
rise to a point
hook air, draw a most
surprising line
against green
leaf pallets
Black earth
Purple sky.
I would send
you
this most
elegant flower
more leaf than
petal, the cup
holds dew and dreams
yellow stamen licking air,
peeking out of spiral arms,
perhaps not arms but
hands folding together
holding a whisper,
a prayer.
Transported by Spring
Perfume of hyacinth
blossoms heavy
nothing smells as
purple.
Daffodils stretch
coned faces
to any light.
Sun colored
trumpets
seek source.
This one is
blossoming,
full of purple
hyacinths,
daffodils,
dew.
Robin Lysne, M.A. is the author of three books of prose, Dancing Up the Moon, Sacred Living (both by Conari Press, Berkeley) and Heart Path (Blue Bone Books, Santa Cruz), all of which support people in their personal growth and healing. She has had poems published in North American Review, Porcupine Literary Journal and other various anthologies. She is a member of the Emerald Street Poets of Santa Cruz, which offers support and critiques to its members twice a month. She is currently a student at Mills College in the M.F.A. Creative Writing-Poetry program.
Local Poets, Local Inspiration, edited by Robert Sward, appears weekly online and monthly in Santa Cruz Weekly. Selections are by invitation.
