U.S. Navy Photo: “Dawn Landing on Wake Island”
March 23, 2018I knew it was dawn With the sun blurring whitely Through the gray clouds, But I’m glad someone wrote that. The light and the words make a bridge Across the water to the sand.
I knew it was dawn With the sun blurring whitely Through the gray clouds, But I’m glad someone wrote that. The light and the words make a bridge Across the water to the sand.
You notice the smells first, more spring, or even summer, than late fall, the stale-clean scent of wet sunlit streets after last night’s heavy rain, the musk of soaked dead leaves, humid decay in […]
This morning I light red candles and set them on the sill, daring the breeze through an open window to tease the flames.
You notice the smells first, more spring, or even summer, than late fall, the stale-clean scent of wet sunlit streets after last night’s heavy rain, the musk of soaked dead leaves,
Soft summer wind lifts girls’ sheer dresses into wings, Pinks, reds, and golds winking and rippling through the air Like babies cooing far away. They pose round-faced and porcelain
A lined calendar of empty trees turns the cold consolable. Even light this dim is an invitation.
On the wood porch I awake to no sound, but a sense of some change: light falls across an arm and I pull back into darkness.
Near a rock slope of hill pasture, grass grows up through a few old bones. Again, what’s moved past recall is not past pain. White as the noon-day
[…] to ask why, but to endure . . . [1] Patricia King’s father served in a Quaker-sponsored ambulance corps during World War I. He died at the King home in Orem, Utah, in May 1984.
Kathy Wilson is the owner and manager of Sego Gallery and Framing Center in Salt Lake City. Her paintings featured on the cover of this issue, Tulips and Aspens at Fish Lake, were done in […]