Everywhere the Un-Shy Flowers

by Phoebe Anthus

Everywhere the un-shy flowers
open towards the sun,
unlike we who gravitate towards grey.
Everywhere their wide mouths cup
glory, gasp silent songs, imbibe
the scent of mint and rain,
the tender ache of something
almost remembered.
In the oak, nine robins sway—
bright syllables of green
shimmer unashamed,
call us back to color.
The air is ripe with blackberry and sun.
Even drifting pollen dusting gold
across our skin, like sleep
like breath on the isolating window pane,
evidences that even in the hush of noon,
the daffodils dream us back towards color.

Phoebe Anthus is a stubborn artist with her head not so far into the clouds that she cannot notice the solid, sensible things as well.

Photography by Kenneth Godoy