The pale-yellow blossoms
of the hellebores remind us
of winter’s long resolve.
In the south, the Western tanager
is aflame with nectar. Wasps,
cicadas, love. Bird camouflaged as
guitar lick, a zodiacal sunrise.
Smoke from smoldering tires
in the valley of Oaxaca.
Come, ungovernable blaze.
Little god. Summon us.
Torch the naked branches.
From: https://www.terrain.org/2021/poetry/kathryn-hunt/
Date: 2021
By: Kathryn Hunt (19??- )
From Troubles of The World 