Poems – Rev. Marti Keller

native honeysuckle

The native honeysuckle in a timely manner bows to June

Did not migrate South for this slew of foggy days so far from the sea

war clouds obliterate the crimson moon

the bunnies have returned to decimate the violets

thirty years ago fading ivory dogwoods still missed

haughty cherry trees choose to ignore the February forecast

Slowly around the lake in search of thumping acorns

The day before the day before November a singular joy a singular red maple leaf

a dark purple bounty of fallen mulberries