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 –
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.