by Adrian Kocinski

 

The last sighs of winter
Wake the honeysuckle flower
A subliminal alarm coursing
Messages        of awakening
Whispers from root to root
The gentle Earth stirring

The entropic release of
Heat
From breaking earth, winds, and
Heavens

Between echoing rapids and
The last kiss       of sunlight
A familiar opening
Her eyes recognizing liminality

Constellations of fireflies
Falling from the ground,
Greeting her
With a veil of night and the
Fruit of the Moon

Wading through meadows
Her barren feet imparting
The chthonic rhythm of
Death and Rebirth

Her song
A white lotus, blooming
From lily pad to lily pad
The pollen dancing in the breeze
Carrying her melody
Between oscillating wings and
Swaying switchgrass

Her love
A shifting reflection

 

Consider the lily pads. Photo credit: C. Finch

 

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Adrian Kocinski is an Ann Arbor local attending graduate school at the University of Michigan, and enjoys spending time in nature, making ceramics, and trying new foods. Adrian’s inspiration for this poem comes from observing the landscape blossom around the Huron River in Argo Park from early spring to late summer.

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