Trillium by Jeremy Nathan Marks

Ah, nice work posted over on the Blue Hour, Jeremy. Lovely as always!

The Blue Hour

The rain is ending

and with everything soaked
                           the wind turns light
wrung out
                   fit now for flight

At dawn
              our curtains

And through every bird
            we begin our hearing


a whirl, a roar
                           a sprouting once more
of mud flecked
                           Skunk Cabbages

Their dirt tickling crown
                           loosens the ground
                                                      and is startling

Their gift, a greeting:

                 Louder than the Trillium
                     Louder even
than our renewed expectations

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  1. Jamie Dedes says:

    A good choice for a reblog. Thanks for the intro to a new-to-me poet and magazine.


    1. I LOVE the Blue Hour! And I adore Jeremy, so two in the same post was impossible not to reblog. 🙂 Glad you enjoyed it and found a new reading venue.


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