Migrations by Kathryn Hunt

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??- )