Lament of the leaves by Karen Kelsay
by Jonathon | 2.21.12
I caught a maple leaf
within my palm. Its body
frail as parchment, pressed
with brittle veins—
just a tinge of gold remained,
like some intrinsic breath
garnered from a springtime ray.
I placed it down for sedges
to reclaim. They cradled it,
until the snowflakes came.
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Karen Kelsay is the editor of White Violet Press, and the author of several chapbooks, including Lavender Song. She is a longtime friend and contributor to WIZ.
February 21st, 2012 at 11:21 am
Beautiful. Thank you.
February 21st, 2012 at 12:47 pm
Steve, it really is. This is the first of three between now and Thursday–an accidental triptych, really, and well worth watching. Karen’s a keeper.
February 23rd, 2012 at 10:45 pm
Thanks, both!