The sunflowers
in the children's garden
peer over the plants
like watchful parents
taking care
The sultry dripping scent
reveals to all the noses
the abundance of the roses
under the canopy of cicada sounds
shucka-shuzzing
on the rock wall
a cross-legged young mother
pinches the skin
above her eyebrow
and watches her baby sleep
2 weeks ago
2 comments:
Your goghyoka really shine when you are writing about the garden! These are beautiful moments captured - they are very intimate poems - you make Brooklyn beautiful.
I, too, dig this one. It reminds me of a stanza from Jane Kenyon's "Peonies at Dusk":
In the darkening June evening
I draw a blossom near and, bending close, search it as a woman searches a loved one's face.
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