Poetry by Laura

Fireweed

I want to be your fireweed:

the first thing that grows

after the fire roars and the smoke rolls

into our lungs but –

I want to be your mountain peak:

first sight of the morning

to take away your breath,

glistening, covered in snow but –

Salt air brings back memories:

I kiss you when the wind blows,

whether you’re hiking through the trees,

or stepping out of your home, but –

be free,

give this lost love to the sea.

 

When Laura DiNovis Berry is not reviewing poetry books, she attempts her own hand at a craft she will always be a student to and forever fascinated by.

 

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