Today the light of daisies is exuberant.
I saw three goslings in the sea. I am
in love—this world: The lilacs are almost
done. The poppies have begun. The veils
of willows, sun-drenched, billow over grass.
Without the bats and the lupines, truth is
expensive and irrelevant. The blue bells
will prevail, the foxes. I forgive you,
Socrates, for choosing hemlock.
by Beate Sigriddaughter, first published in Spillway 23 (Summer 2015)
Editor’s Note: Imagery is my first love, and poems with great imagery seduce me. This poem has imagery upon imagery, and I am in love.