Noviate Psalms

Photo by Alicia Winski © 2012

Dry flowers chafe in a January vase

while I long for bouquets of early
summer
wantonly riotous from t
he Mennonite Market stall
where prim, unadorned girls with soft assuaging hands

sort a beauty they must interiorize,

only their bare fingers know

the seductive sweetness.

Here in the white and grey nunnery
of winter
a memory of awakening
scandalizes
with the covert yearning
for perfume and promise

softening the beds of earth

stretching long days of kindling light

seeming as a scene from an old cathedral painting in an impressionist gallery

where barefoot suppliants tease toes

and drink the alcohol of flowers.


Katherine L. Gordon @ 2011