1.
Needles slim-eyed stitch
in, out, embroider soulless,
thread the world backwards.
2.
When life opens up
we’ll be chasing boomerangs,
tails wagging, tongues looped.
3.
Trees tug at stiff dirt,
earth body wintry rigid,
bones creaking to wake.
4.
Rain. A magpie croaks,
blue-black feathers spread wide
as heaven opens.
5.
Leaves turn green, red, grey
as the world ages on pause.
We wither wintered.
6.
Berries lipstick red.
Holly curls, sharp tongue scoffs at
red-green prejudice.
7.
Conifers, full stretch,
walking sunshine’s evergreen.
A blast of old life.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, December 15, 2020
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