Bio Note: I am a longtime editor, slowly publishing poet, and author of six picture books, including From Apple Trees to Cider, Please! (Albert Whitman). In 2018 I moved away from the masthead of an academic quarterly to work with people who want to share their stories, ideas, and poems in print. It’s been a joy—and quite an adventure. My short fiction has been nominated for a 2021 Pushcart and Best Microfiction.
Throughout the mild communion month of May the humble violet reigns, but bossy mint is a pushy herb that spreads and overwhelms the garden plot in June. What overwhelms, though green, must be contained—and yet it may mean jelly for the roasted lamb, mint muddled in a julep cup, strong mint tisane to clear and calm what overwhelms. A scented sprig behind the ear that may uplift, rampage, and soothe? Mint overwhelms!
Rock Paper Scissors
Even fading daffodils hold joy. It warms in waves. A yellow crayon sun to shine on clouds, the house, a dog, his boy— even fading daffodils hold joy. As origami butterflies enjoy the orange of their wings until they’re gone, even fading daffodils hold joy. It warms in waves. A yellow crayon sun.
What I’ve Learned
Sometimes a poem is the petal that unfurls beneath a shower of hail.
©2021 Felicia Sanzari Chernesky
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