Meadow

Meadow

Nora Kirkham

Where the hot air is honeyed with weeds,
and buds that burst yellow in dreams,
you are more golden in the morning.

Beetles and birds beat their wings,
flipping wind-paper backs in a frenzy,
Like a hive cracked open in harvest,
their work spills thick and runs below
unmoved snow in a mountain bowl.

And you wake, every moment,
weathered and blessed with a burn
from a light that never stops longing.

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Nora Kirkham
Poet & Writer

Nora has been published in Rock & Sling, Ruminate Magazine & The Christian Century

Photography by Albert Salim