March 2024
Keith Gorman
kthgorman@gmail.com
Bio Note: I am a retired factory worker and poet residing in Eastern Tennessee near the foothills of The Great Smoky Mountains. I have completed my graduation from The Sherwood Conservatory of Music in Chicago, Illinois, and enjoy playing classical guitar. In addition to my passion for poetry, I indulge in feeding the backyard squirrels and taking long walks in the mountains. My poetry has been published in various journals, including The Delta Review, I-70 Review, and The California Quarterly Review.

The Rising

The daffodils came early this year, ruffed in Milton’s
millstone collars, gilded horns of early Spring, playing
their perfect fourths and fifths, a welcoming show
fit for a King; their glories greater in bunches.
 
Especially bunches in remote locations:
by the foot of a farmhouse or a few French horns
huddled in pairs by the mouth of a gutter, where soil
is soft, and the dew-dispelling sunlight gives them
 
something to look up to. Short-lived and often facing
south, they always choose the sunny side, never cursing
the cantaloupe, the celery string stuck behind
my canine, or the green avocado that is long, long gone.
©2024 Keith Gorman
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