This Time of Year

Jean McLeod's most recent poem to appear here was Wishing Home (September 2012).

This Time of Year
By Jean McLeod

my heart sips grief,
less a deluge
than a gentle rain.
Almost enough are memories
of heat lightning a thousand miles ago.
Who, after all, would stay in Eden
when there is a wider world?
I'll soon finish carrying this longing
close to my breast, like a precious child
pull an apple from my pocket
and hold it, red, against gray mist.


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