Mary McCarthy Verse-Virtual 2018 February

February 2018

I am a former nurse, an artist and poet, living with my husband in Florida, trying not to miss the northern fall, and figure out how to garden in this climate. I have had work appear in various on line and print journals, including the Ekphrastic Review, Third Wednesday, and Three Elements, and have an e chapbook, Things I Was Told Not to Think About, available as a free download from Praxis magazine.

Idyll

Some days fall into your lap
Round and sweet
As a ripe peach
So good you forget
To be sad
Lose track of all your griefs
So carefully folded
And stored in the dark
Where no sun can bleach them
Nor moths unknit
Their strictly ordered weave
Just for now
With daylight flickering
Behind the leaves
And the wasps and ants
And hummingbirds
All greedy for a sip
Of the same nectar
And the flowers all shouting
And whispering color
I can’t find one gray thought
To drag out and wrap around me
And so must stoically
Resolve myself to happiness
That just might last
All afternoon

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